My Sesamoid-Personal Narrative
Lionel Messi once stated “Something deep in my character allows me to take the hits and get on with trying to win.” If it wasn’t for the beautiful game, I would’ve never possessed this character that allows me to be so determined and willing to fight. I would have never found my passion to compete or for being a goalkeeper. Through all the broken bones I had over the years from jumping and diving I never once complained, I always aimed to finish. ‘’No one was going to wear my gloves!’’ I thought. My injury’s started with a broken arm. It happened at a practice but I brushed it off and was thrilled to play at Soccer Park the next day. When the ball hit my hand I would feel like screaming but I had no substitute and didn’t want to let my teammates down. I wrapped my arm and hoped for the best. The most recent, dramatic injury of my life was a shattered sesamoid. I was playing in the 1st day of a tournament when a girl stomped powerfully on the bottom of my foot. I continued to play although I knew something was wrong. The pain grew every second, I looked down to see the bottom of my cleat was shattered. I could barely move my toes but I didn’t give up. I played the 2nd day and the following week. Two weeks later my
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That wasn’t the only circumstance that taught me those lessons. I was bullied for being on the varsity team in 8th grade. I wanted to stay home and cry because girls would torture me daily. However, my love for the game forced me to hop in goal and save any shot I can. In my final year as I was named captain. I realized I made the right choice, to not give up. After all, if I learned anything from being a goalkeeper, it was to ignore people in the stands and get on with trying to win. My love for the game and for being a goalkeeper taught me to not only be tough but it also taught me how to be determined and loyal. If it wasn’t for soccer, I don’t know what kind of person I’d
That wasn’t the only circumstance that taught me those lessons. I was bullied for being on the varsity team in 8th grade. I wanted to stay home and cry because girls would torture me daily. However, my love for the game forced me to hop in goal and save any shot I can. In my final year as I was named captain. I realized I made the right choice, to not give up. After all, if I learned anything from being a goalkeeper, it was to ignore people in the stands and get on with trying to win. My love for the game and for being a goalkeeper taught me to not only be tough but it also taught me how to be determined and loyal. If it wasn’t for soccer, I don’t know what kind of person I’d