la vida es bella

Growing up there was no greater excitement for me than that rush of adrenaline pumping through my veins as I played volleyball. Volleyball is my all time favorite sport, when I play I feel as though time has stopped for a second and there is no other place that I would rather be; nothing else that I would rather be doing. It is more than just a mere hobby or excercise activity for me...it's my passion! My parents have supported me playing volleyball from a very young age, and even though it was a struggling task at times to maintain, they have proven to be greatest fans. My parents have been with me to countless tournaments all over Puerto Rico. There had never been a time I was not expecting to see their jovial faces courtside cheering and rallying my team to a victory. They constantly showered me with love and encouragement to do bigger and better things; pushing myself past limits, and provided me with the proper training so that I could continue playing volleyball on higher levels. When the moment of decision to play on the next level did finally arrive, it was not as great as I had once considered. The opportunity to continue playing would cause a decision to be made that would not only shift my relationship with my parents trememndously but it would also place me in a position of mixed emotions and potentially remove me from some of the daily customs I had become so aquianted with since birth. Blood coarsed through my body as I stepped into the arena for one of my final games as a high school senior. My highschool had succeeded on to the final rounds of the states tournamnent. My coach and parents were so proud of us and nervous all in one because we had made it so far no one wanted it to end.The further we went the more exposure we would recieve enabliong us to possibly get recruited my more and more colleges. I beamed with anxiousness over looking he crowd as the bright lights drew me closer to the court. It was heaven in a gymnasium