523205 Lang p. 2 October 13, 2013 Common Application Option #2: Recount an incident or time when you experienced failure. How did it affect you, and what lessons did you learn? When I heard the news, my stomach turned I felt like everything I worked for shattered right in front of me, and there was nothing that could fix it. During the summer I experienced a tragic injury. It all happened the final half of a soccer tournament with five minutes left in the game. This is when I experienced failure; I had thrown every opportunity away.
Failure indicated no more scholarships, or laying the one sport I loved, and it also meant throwing all my hard work away. As I pulled up to the doctor’s office nervous of what the doctor was going to tell me. I knew I fgured I’d only be out for a short amount of time, and then I’d be back on the field. Well, unfortunately that wasn’t the case. I was told I pinched five nerves in my back and partially slipped a disc, this injury was critical and I could potentially make it worse, which led to no soccer for at least six months.
This then meant I wouldn’t be able to touch the ball, to work on my skills or to gain scholarships, and lay the game I loved. This meant recovery, and therapy and a fast comeback even if the doctor said no soccer for six months I was determined to come back within the next few weeks. Months passed, and they passed slowly. My passion for the game was gone because I wasn’t able to play it. I lost my skill, I gave up. I failed to do what I told myself I would, to comeback within the next couple weeks and to be okay.
I ended up quitting soccer, I didn’t think I was good enough my scholarships were gone; no one knew my name anymore. And the worst part about it was I didn’t care. I was okay with letting go of my passion because I hadn’t interacted with it in so long. Playing for 12 years and giving up was hard at the beginning but it slowly got easier to do. My grades slipped because I didn’t have any motivation. I became depressed and soccer was stored in the back of my mind. I didn’t think or care about the game anymore. Then summer came along I was stressing already about my post high school plans, and what school to attend.
As I was sitting on the patio at the beach taking in the view, watching the neighbor kids kick the ball around made me reminisce on the ast. It made me miss my passion, my love and the one thing that got me through everything. There were exactly three days till I was home from my vacation and there were four days till senior year high school soccer tryouts. I hadn’t touched a soccer ball in a whole year, I had Joked with my family all week about how funny it’d be if I played again. That had me thinking. What if I decided to give it a try and comeback? I came to decision on the last night of vacation.
That I would go back and I would try out and give it everything I had. I fully understood that I hadn’t played in over a year and I wasn’t going to be nearly as good as I once was. But that Wednesday I came back I put my cleats on, I pulled my hair back, and I put a smile on my face, I stepped fingers being pointed at me I had overcame my failure. I had pushed passed the fact I wasn’t the same player, I had looked beyond the fact that I wasn’t going to be as good as I once was, and I worked hard for what I wanted. And at the endof that week everything I had worked for had paid off, I was a new member of the varsity soccer team.