I had been dreaming about this day constantly for four years. All of my blood, sweat, and tears had gone into this one particular goal. On September 24, 2015, I had finally achieved my goal in successfully verbally committing to a division one college. Through motivation, determination, and hard work, I achieved my goal head on, even though many obstacles were thrown my path. My journey began in seventh grade. My dad had forced me to play all my life, and continued to force me play now on a higher level. Despite this force, all I wanted was too make my dad happy and for him to be proud of me. In eighth grade, I began to see my fellow team mates commit to schools like ASU and Washington. I was being looked at, but no one had taken a serious
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I couldn't pitch for two months, I was crushed but not completely devastated. I could barely run without being in massive pain, despite this I began to pitch again and use every numbing cream that I could find. During pitching, my whole entire leg would buckle causing me to stumble and quickly regain my stability. That pain caused me to finally hit rock bottom. I was disgusted and frustrated with myself, I wanted to quit softball. I told my coach this and he said, “Dakota, stop feeling bad for yourself, nothing is going to change unless you change it yourself.” So I began my journey, of climbing from rock bottom to success. No matter how much I wanted to give up, I kept telling myself there was a light at the end of this very dark tunnel. I kept working and becoming stronger, regardless of the fact that I wasn't seeing immediate results. I always remember this quote, “I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.” byCarl Gustav Jung. It reminds me not to feel bad for myself when hardship happen, but to rise above and make something out of …show more content…
I was beginning to pitch the way I did before the injury. I was given the opportunity to prove myself to a school I never dreamed of getting into, this school was California Polytechnic State University San Luis Obispo. The aftermath that followed was unbelievable, afterward I was invited to a camp, then five weeks later asked to come visit to campus. On September 24, 2015, I visited the beautiful Cal Poly SLO campus and was offered a scholarship to play softball for their program. I verbally committed that same day. I had always found it ironic because I had hit rock bottom just two months before and had felt completely and utterly hopeless. And here I was shaking the hands of my future college coaches, and silently telling myself that I had finally fulfilled my promise to
I couldn't pitch for two months, I was crushed but not completely devastated. I could barely run without being in massive pain, despite this I began to pitch again and use every numbing cream that I could find. During pitching, my whole entire leg would buckle causing me to stumble and quickly regain my stability. That pain caused me to finally hit rock bottom. I was disgusted and frustrated with myself, I wanted to quit softball. I told my coach this and he said, “Dakota, stop feeling bad for yourself, nothing is going to change unless you change it yourself.” So I began my journey, of climbing from rock bottom to success. No matter how much I wanted to give up, I kept telling myself there was a light at the end of this very dark tunnel. I kept working and becoming stronger, regardless of the fact that I wasn't seeing immediate results. I always remember this quote, “I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.” byCarl Gustav Jung. It reminds me not to feel bad for myself when hardship happen, but to rise above and make something out of …show more content…
I was beginning to pitch the way I did before the injury. I was given the opportunity to prove myself to a school I never dreamed of getting into, this school was California Polytechnic State University San Luis Obispo. The aftermath that followed was unbelievable, afterward I was invited to a camp, then five weeks later asked to come visit to campus. On September 24, 2015, I visited the beautiful Cal Poly SLO campus and was offered a scholarship to play softball for their program. I verbally committed that same day. I had always found it ironic because I had hit rock bottom just two months before and had felt completely and utterly hopeless. And here I was shaking the hands of my future college coaches, and silently telling myself that I had finally fulfilled my promise to