The year was 2009. I had just finished my freshman year and was on my way to sophomore year with only one thing on my mind: wrestling. I had had a pretty respectable freshman season, ending it with a 5th place at freshman states and placing several times in a few East coast tournaments. My life then was minimal studying, lots of chewing tobacco, and lots of wrestling. I would practice like a madman every day for at least two hours; one day, in the dead heat of July, something happened that would change my world forever. It’s an event in my life that would forever make me believe in hard work. It was the middle of July, and I was finishing up the usual ridiculously intense summer practices at my high school, we practiced long and hard, even in the off-season. I would picture myself winning every tournament at every practice, but I failed to see how I would win. Then, my coach pulled me to the side and asked me if I would be interested in wrestling in the Poconos with a few of the more experienced guys. I, of course, happily accepted and was giddy with excitement for a chance to compete in, what was at the time, the largest tournament to which I had ever been invited. Little did I know that said tournament would result in one of the most painful injuries I have ever experienced and, more importantly, one of the most important life lessons that I would ever experience. My life would never be the same again. My wrestling at that time in my life was a lot like my attitude towards life: shoddy and not nearly bold enough. I was quiet and harbored little care in the world for anything to be done precisely or accurately; this was reflected in my time on the mat as well as some of my schoolwork. I was in all honors and advanced classes with mainly B’s and B+’s, yet teachers would always love to send, what at the time had seemed to me as miniscule and unnecessary notes home, such as “needs improvement” or “not working to full potential.” I felt this advice to be meaningless, and rude in nature. I felt that all that these teachers were just saying what they were supposed to say to each and every student. Naturally, I would lie to my mother when such allegation would arise and proceed to tell her that I was most definitely working to my full potential and that the teacher was simply not a fan of me. My performance on the mat was noticeably lacking as well. I was extremely well conditioned, and yet I still was afraid to take basic risks, which were usually necessary. The problem that led to my demise would be that I was never willing to do what is considered a “bucket step”. This small step is essential in assuring a takedown, which would in turn lead to points and a hopeful victory. This small movement of my foot to the left, or lack thereof, would be my wake up call. It was a simple movement: simply step to the right with one’s right foot while attacking and lunging forward, and proceed with the takedown. An extra step that, due to my ignorance at the time, would always skip and it would usually work out for me. Just as taking an extra step in prewriting in an English or writing class would benefit me, or taking out the trash at home when not asked would be a nice gesture, or how just taking the extra time out of my day to be a better person would help, I ignored the right thing to do. I can sit here and lie to myself by saying that I skipped the step because I was lazy, but the cold hard truth is that I thought I was above it. So the morning finally came, I woke up at 4:00 am and ran about 3.5 miles and did a few drills in order to make sure my weight would be low enough to wrestle at 1:00 pm the same day. The black Ford pickup truck picked me up at 9:00 am promptly, and we were on our way. The whole time on the drive down I thought about winning, the glory of winning a big tournament like that as a sophomore, just the sense of pride and glory. What ceased to be on my mind was technique, movement, and proper strategy,
28 October 2014
I Believe in Summertime
Summer is a time when I am playing soccer, swimming and having no worries.
Being able to be a stupid teenager and do stupid things with stupid teenagers. A time when the
sun is out and I am ecstatic. Summer is by far my favorite time of the year. I spend a lot of my
time traveling and going to music festivals. I believe that summer just isn’t a time where there is
no school, but a time to bring your family together…
A friendly hello once in awhile does not harm anyone. I believe that if you greet a person with a pleasant smile and genuine “hello” and a “how are you doing?” you can make their whole day much better. It is the simple act of kindness that everyone is able to show.
Once while standing in the long line for the checkout at Wal-Mart, I noticed the cashier looked very tired and upset, and all the customers were in a rush to buy their things and leave. It was just a busy day, and rarely a few…
I believe in being kind and courteous to the cashier person at the store. I believe that asking how the sales clerk is doing may help make his work day less boring. I believe sparking a small conversation and making someone laugh is much better than being another customer coming through the day. Working as a salesperson can be a bit boring at times, so I believe when someone addresses a clerk with lively friendliness it can help brighten up their day.
The first time that I felt this way was…
This I Believe
There has only ever been one thing I can truly say I have strongly believed in my entire life; the batman. Now, I’m not saying that I believe there’s a man running around a city wearing a batsuit defeating super villains on a daily basis, but that someone, as long as they put everything they have into life, can be a hero.
Batman was everywhere when I was growing up. He was on my notebooks, my toothbrush, my pajama pants.. I even had a batman costume (cape included) that I wore…
19 August 2013
This I Believe
As a child my parents would ruthlessly implement the fundamental idea of attending church and being a follower of Christ. As each day passed by, it never crossed my mind as to why this was so heavily pressed upon me. Being an adolescent, I would rather play outside with my friends and ignore the confusion of religion. This perplexity lingered in my consciousness for years and it was not until my teenage days when…
HONOR, COURAGE, AND COMMITMENT
I still remember the day I graduated from Navy boot camp. I stood in formation and marched in ranks during the pass and review. I was dressed in my newly pressed uniform and polished dress shoes. I felt a sense of pride and accomplishment as I walked by the families and friends of not only myself, but of my fellow recruits, now my shipmates. I also remember stopping in front of the upper chain of command, and listening to the Executive Officer of Naval Station Great…
This I Believe rough draft
I don't remember what we were fighting about or why my parents were yelling at me. I don't remember what I wore that day or how old I was or what song it was or even why I was so angry. I do recall only one thing: I remember storming off to the piano, inflamed, and proceeding to bang a song out on the keys. I remember crashing my fingers down into chord progressions, and my anger, amplified through the tune, pulsating like a stereo all through the…
I believe in World Citizenship
Someone asked me one time why I seem irritated when I hear the question “where are you from”? Honestly, the main reason is that I hear this specific question several times every day. People are always intrigued by my accent and the fact that I know so much about other countries. The truth is, it is unfair to those people for me to get upset because there is no way for them to know that several other people already asked me the same thing. When I do…
This I Believe-
When I was six, I remember fishing with my uncle in a chilly Colorado River. I was growing impatient because the fish were feasting on my uncle’s bait while they treated mine like the green bean casserole at our family’s holiday dinner table. My uncle, three years younger than my dad, lives with lots of love and is the reason I love to fish. He’s an avid fisherman so when his rod tip dipped he made quick work of the small rainbow trout that must have heard the rave reviews about…
I believe in laughter. My best friend taught me that.
Elise and I have been friends forever. When we met in the first grade, Mrs. Temple’s room to be exact, and I knew she would be someone important in my life forever. From Monday afternoon recess, to Friday night football games, we were always together. Our parents acknowledged our friendship frequently, reminding us that good friends are hard to find, and if you find one not to lose one. Just like any aged girl, Elise and I had our…