The month was April, just a month after tryouts. The coach informed everyone that if you made the team, he would contact you almost immediately. I still haven’t gotten a call. As a drop of sweat and anticipation crashes down my face it happened. Ring…Ring…Ring
I answered with curiosity, “Hello?” It was my coach with the news.
“I’m sorry son, you didn’t make the team. It was such a close call. You were just on the short end of the stick…Hello?”-I was crippled with astonishment- “Son are you still there? I hope that this doesn’t stop you from pursuing your dream. Bye Jordan.” I hung the phone up.
Broken and disheartened is how I felt. The only thought that I had was, why is this happening to me? I have trained my tail off and this is what I get, thanks world. After I took this all in, I then started contemplating what I should do next, where I should go and who I should look to for …show more content…
I was determined to show the coaches who I am and who I have become. A new person, physically and mentally. Not only did I notice a difference, but the coaches did as well. When the tryouts were done, we all came together and the coaches talked to us. After the talk was done one of the coaches, soon to be my new teams head coach, came to me and divulged to me, “You have changed and not in a degraded way, but in an extravagant way. The way you are on the field and in goal, it’s like you’re a different person. That’s why you have made the team. Congratulations.” I was shocked with excitement, I thanked him and I just stood there. I couldn’t believe it. I was finally back on the team, my team.
At the very beginning, about one year ago, I thought that getting cut from my soccer team was going to crush me mentally and emotionally. It did hurt me in every which way, but then I found something in the end, who I really am and what I can do.
I am still on that same travel soccer