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Reflective Essay: Why I Quit Wrestling In The United States
On Saturday, December 12th, 2015, when arriving home around ten o'clock from a long wrestling meet that lasted till around nine o'clock, I got home, then ate dinner, and then went on the couch to relax. My mom complained "You're always so tired after wrestling and you come home so late." After a little conversation, my mom got to the point where she admitted "I don't want you to do wrestling." Prior to when she said that, on the way home, my stepfather also admitted "Your mom and I have been talking about how you should quit wrestling." Eventually during the conversation my mom and I shared, it all made sense. I knew I wasn't ready to give up wrestling because of what i think it means to me, but of course I started crying. This is that moment …show more content…
I had a rough draft made, but I decided it didn't go with how I was feeling with everything going on. I decided to write the paper that would prove to my mother why I should continue to do wrestling. I had many ideas that I wrote down like quotes that apply, but I didn't realize till after I wrote the ideas down, that I was wasting too much time thinking of what to write than actually typing the paper. I thought about the people that made me realize that I want to continue to wrestling. I got the sense of why wrestling can help me learn things that I can use for the future. "It's that kind of sport where you look in the mirror and you either see a winner or a loser" I was told from a wise man I met at a wrestling match. Learning to be confident is part of winning or losing a match. Usually whoever put more hours of work into wrestling, it's a most guaranteed win. But everybody makes mistakes and that's when part of confidence comes in. Wrestling teaches many things that other sports doesn't always. I think it's one of the hardest, but most rewarding sports anyone can participate in. "Always improving" my coach always tells me. Like in writing my teacher explains, "It's never finished; it's just due." I'm starting to fathom how wrestling applies to many things in

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