Over the
past few days I have reflected a bit on my life in the last year. Crazy would
be an understatement. Countless hours spent alone on a soccer field with only a
net and a ball, early morning sessions with a personal trainer at the gym, multiple
doctors’ visits, and hours lying in bed with only two questions on my mind:
when am I going to feel better? And will I ever be able to play again? Waking up
on the morning of March 15th to a phone call from my mom telling me
my dad had had a heart attack. Yes life got a bit crazy and at times there wasn’t
even an explanation for what was happening but life is good.
I am very,
very, very pleased to report that today I am starting to get much of my
health back and after about a year of being sick I am ready to put all of this
behind me and move on. My soccer season had been a struggle right from the very
start. My mind and heart were in the game, except just not my body. I’m not
sure why, but at the time I was having a hard time expecting the fact that my
body took a pretty hard beating from mononucleosis and it was going to need a
while to recover. That’s why I only played about half the season before I was too
sick to even attend practice. (At this point it was more like sit on the bench
and watch) After multiple doctors’ visits with no real explanation for why I was
not getting better and being told to rest and take vitamin supplements I slowly
started to feel better a month ago. They then discovered I had a sinus infection
and was given antibiotics. I was allergic to the first antibiotics. Then I didn’t
respond to the second one and on the third I had another bad allergic reaction.
So about a week and a half ago I was given another antibiotic and was told this
was the last one… I don’t even want to know what that means. Long story short,
I am responding to them and I feel better than I have in a very LONG time! J.
When I first
thought about all the things that I did over the past couple of months related
to soccer I saw them as regrets. I regretted not being there for my team
towards the end of the season and I regretted not being able to play my best
during the season or being able to attending tryouts. I soon realized they were
lessons. I have never been injured or sick before during my soccer season so it
was a tough time and when the season finished I was thinking that I was never
going to play soccer again. I started to wonder what the purpose of the
mornings in the gym and out on the pitch alone was. I realized it’s the small
things that matter. The one time my coach told me I had great vision on the field.
The praises I got from teammates after a good game. The goals I scored in scrimmages.
Yes, I would of like to do much better but in times like those the littlest
things were the biggest victories and I don’t regret one moment of it. I have
Cerebral Palsy and have so far been a part of two seasons with my high school
soccer team. Not everybody can say that. I am proud of what I have done so far.
Playing
soccer with CP isn’t exactly an easy task. Every player is faster and has more
muscle control than me. They can run backwards without falling down on their
faces, pass with both feet, run without looking like a galloping horse and I’ve
even gotten few weird looks from parents on the sidelines but it amazes me how
much encouragement my teammates and coaches always seem to have for me. This
season a girl on my team came up to me and out of the blue asked me if I had
ever had a stroke. That surprised me because I don’t get asked that every day. She
told me that her brother had had a stroke and so she recognized similarities
when I was playing. We talked about that the experience was like and that was a
pretty cool moment for me. I haven’t found any other soccer players in high
school who have CP like me so I really have started to look up to players on
the U.S. Paralympic team and even the deaf and amputee national teams. Having
them to look up to is what truly keeps me playing the game and believing in my
dreams. I also have a new found hatred for the word ‘Disability’. I’m not sure
why but I can’t use that word anymore. I don’t even consider myself disabled anymore.
I know that’s the technical word for it and people still call me “disabled” but
I can guarantee you that you will probably never hear me use that word again. In
no way does my disability define who I am!
So, what
comes next in my journey? Well, more soccer of course! During the summer my two
best friends wanted me to play co-ed soccer with them. So when sign ups for
co-ed indoor soccer started my friends mentioned it to me. I have yet to sign
up but hopefully that will happen very soon. There are no practices, just games,
so I figure this will be a good place for me to start back up. After all the disappointment
of how my season went I realized it’s not all about the glory and the recognition.
If playing soccer with my friends in a co-ed indoor league is what makes me
happy, then I should do it. I know at this point making varsity isn’t a realistic
dream but I still have hope that maybe I can be involved in helping the program
out next season in some way. The other thing I want to make a priority is to
get involved with TOPSoccer. I had gotten information on how to get involved
but was just too sick earlier this year so I’ll definitely try to get involved
with that.
Never Give Up.