It all started on a hot, humid, sunny day, the entire soccer team waiting to be called up by the coaches to find out who made the cut and who was off the team. Tensions were very high, you could feel it flowing through the air as if it was the wind. Everyone was waiting for their turn to be called up, with uncertainty about their position in the team. About 200 players were trying out, yet only 22 spots on the team. I had spent the entire summer preparing for this day, I spent countless hours on the track field running and spent a greater amount of time on the field training. What felt like hours back then now felt like mere seconds. I could’ve done more, I thought to myself. I would be devastated if I didn’t make the team. Thoughts continued swirling through my brain. What if I could have done something differently? What If I trained harder? What if I wasted all that time practicing and didn’t make the team? Trying my hardest to be patient, I sat waiting on the greenish-yellow artificial-looking turf, watching player after player coming back after being called. Some had huge grins on their face, unable to contain their excitement from making the team, while others came back with their heads down on the verge of tears. Seeing this was eating at me at a slow pace, I couldn’t help but think I was going to be one of the players who would get cut. I counted down the cheerful care-free looking faces, knowing there were only 22 spots, and that number was slowly going down. I was gradually becoming more and more nervous. The suspense was killing me, we had been waiting for hours in the hot sun. I could feel everything. My body was sore from playing all those hours, my stomach was growling because I hadn’t eaten since the morning and my stomach felt as if It would throw up any second from the fear and anxiety. I continued to sweat nervously, I could feel the sweat slowly trickling down my skin as more and more spots continued to fill up. More and more spots were filling up, and I had yet to be called. I looked at my friend, with whom I most compared myself in terms of skill, and asked him the burning question. I could barely speak. “Do you think we will make it?”. “I don’t know, but there are only 5 spots left and there are 33 of us left”, he replied. “But do you think we are good enough?”, I asked Victor. He could hear the strain in my voice, he knew that I wanted a spot just as bad as he did. And he said, “It doesn’t matter, the important thing is we tried our hardest”. I could tell that he did not mean that and was just trying to comfort me. Everything around me slowly became a blur, I was becoming dizzy and slowly zoning out, the uncertainty was eating at me internally. “Tarek”. “Tarek”. “Tarek, the coaches are calling you”.
I opened my eyes and looked up, I had fallen asleep. As I realized it was my turn, I slowly walked toward the coach’s bench. It felt as if I was in a horror movie walking toward my death. I sat down near the coaches and zoned out as they were talking. They were analyzing my playstyle and telling me what I could improve on. I tried very hard to concentrate on what they were saying, but not knowing if I had a spot was all my mind could comprehend. After what felt like an eternity, I heard what I was waiting for: “Congratulations, you made the team”. I kept a straight face while talking with the coaches, while inside I felt like happiness was surging through my veins. It felt like I was a little kid again, I wanted to treasure every moment of this. The coach then handed me the team papers and I walked away. My joy was through the roof. My hunger went away, my soreness went away, and the only thing I could feel was excitement. I couldn’t wait till I would tell my friends and family that I made it. All my hard work from the summer had paid off, and I had forgotten about all the stress I had leading up to this.
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And although everything ended well for me, this event greatly affected my personality. This event made me think: even if I didn’t make the team, would it be the end of the world? I was filled with anxiety and fear over something that I shouldn’t have been worried about. To say I overreacted is an understatement, I felt like I was about to die about something very minuscule. Looking back on the situation, it helped me understand that even in tough situations or scary situations I should stay calm because there was no benefit in me thinking the way I did. Looking back on the situation, it helped me realize that even in tough situations or scary situations, I should stay calm because there was no benefit in my thinking the way I did. It was this event that became the trigger for my personal growth, during which I became collected and self-confident. Now I realize that all efforts will always be justified. And even if something doesn’t go the way we want, who knows what awaits us next?
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