New Beginnings
A day I will never forget was the last hockey game I ever played in competitively. Playing hockey my entire life, it was always a part of my plan to continue playing after high school, and take time off of school. To play hockey in college you have to play juniors and mature before playing college hockey with much older competition. Up until my last hockey game during my senior year at St. Francis Prep High school, I had set to continue playing hockey in Philadelphia and take a few years of school off to hopefully play college hockey. After college I then planned on becoming a high school teacher, something that I had always aspired to be. Rewinding back to playoffs in my senior year of high school, my last game was the semi final against St. Andrews College, resulting in a loss that changed my perspective on hockey greatly. Stepping off the ice with a loss was upsetting at the first glance, but after time passed I realized that hockey lost all of its importance to me. The millions of lessons that I take away from the game are still valued but the greatest lesson I learned was to be able to let go of even the greatest things that I had in my life, hockey being one of them. Not everything is easy to let go of but I realized that continuing to play hockey would still direct me to becoming a teacher, but if I gave up on hockey then I can do so sooner. Growing up and changing perspectives allowed me to realize that being a teacher was more important to me than playing hockey and potentially wasting time at reaching my ultimate goal. I commend the many friends that I made playing hockey, many continuing to play today, and some on their way to bigger and better competition in the NHL, but I have sorrow for those who took the chance I was unwilling to take and fail. Not a day goes by where I don’t miss playing hockey, but I thought it was best for me to I take all of the lessons that playing hockey taught me and run with them while I was still able to. I am happy with the choice I have made and learned how to let go of something difficult, a situation I will inevitably face in the future and will be ready for.
When I read this I can feel the same feeling you felt growing up to playing a sport that you love. I remember growing up as child I think since I was five years old i used to love playing basketball so much that it came to a point when I wanted to continue in high school. My freshman year I remember rarely even getting in the games because I think the coach had something against me so from that year I kept that in mind. So the next season came my sophomore year, It was the beginning of November ad it was tryouts. I swear I put my all on the court that day it came to find out I didn’t make the team and from that moment I knew that basketball wasn’t for me. Then my Junior year in high school I played football for he first time in my life and we ended up wining the state championship title and by my senior year we won the Class A title championship and a few months later I was offered a $10,000 scholarship to play D3 football for the Buffalo State Bengals.
I loved this post, I re-read it about 3 times. I relate to this on all levels. I am a track long-distant runner. I remember spring of 2015, it was the outdoor season and also the year I gave up on track for a while. It was the semi-finals for the relay teams and my team was top 3 the whole season. It was the 4x800 relay race. I was the second hand for my relay team. I had the lead the first lap. We were making record timing, until my second lap on the turn. I tore the muscle in my ankle 100 meters from the finish line, but I didn’t stop running. The other team passed me about 50 meters in. Once I passed the baton to the third hand I began to break down. I ruined the relay, it was my fault we couldn’t beat the record and we were so close. That day I gave up on my dream of becoming the next Allyson Felix in the olympics. I felt like a failure, as if I let my entire team down. So let it go for a long time because right now track isn’t for me. I just feel as if I’m not ready yet. So I’m going for my other dream of being a OB/GYN or a Psycologist for those who suffer from anxiety and bipolar disorder like me.













