My Softball Experience

Sports. There is no way words can describe the impact that sports created in my life. From the minute I could walk, I was playing softball, soccer, tennis, where ever you look; it never stopped which I was okay with. There was never a poor feeling I had toward the games, until I reached my senior high school years.

Growing up within my family playing sports has not been an option. It was a way of life. I never played for accelerated teams. I felt like I was within a better position to keep on a lower level and luxuriate in where I stood. Fast forward to secondary school. I was within the varsity softball team all 4 years I attended the college. Freshman year I was brand new for the team I started in with a scared attitude, but I wasn’t likely to let that obstruct of me excelling hanging around I’ve grown to adore. I had to place all my thoughts and feelings aside, I gave it my all at tryouts and what happens, I already said but, I made the c’s! As a 15 yr old girl making the varsity high school graduation team helped me ecstatic. I worked my butt off every practice so when it became gameday I was able to step out about the field and consider the win for my team. four years of this efforts paid off whenever we made it to their state championship.

That was clearly the best feeling I have ever experienced. Walking into the field where we may face our opponent we got a stadium filled up with 4,500 people. All there to look at US. That alone still hits me within a sensitive spot, with the knowledge that, that lots of people were gathered in a area to view our talent unfold on top of the field. The game began so we made amazing plays, batted phenomenal, gained ourselves a couple of points, 4 minutes left on the game the score was 3-3. The scoring point to the opposing team was on third base, no outs, plus the fourth batter up. This has not been a good situation for my team to stay in. The championship was around the line. Our pitcher threw the ball, citizens were holding their breath.

The pitch goes all the way down the middle she hits it, it is going straight into mid-air getting closer and more detailed the fence. The whole world stopped if you’ll I swear. The ball takes nature’s course and follows the wind to creep over a fence causing the runner at third to operate home, making the score 3-4. We lost. That was it. There is no way to line back time. We lost. All our working hard and long practicing the identical drills again and again was for nothing. We failed to win state, we didn’t win anything. My whole senior year was obviously a drag. Comparing everything for the previous year. I was so disappointed in myself. Replaying moments over and over inside my head pondering what I would have done differently. There was nothing I could do except skip forward with life and never look back.

Here I am a year later working in the University of Utah hospital to be a CNA, preparing to start nursing school in the summertime, looking back I found that being a diligent and patient person will manage to benefit you eventually, I truly assume that we have to experience challenges in your life to build the smoothness we are as adults. Softball was playing, now nursing is gaming. We undergo stages of life hoping and praying that everything goes right in addition to being planned, not believing that it’s the failures and challenges that keep let us grow.

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