Through out my teenagers years I always had the support of my parents and family. Playing soccer has always been a passion for me. When I was fifteen years old I realized that a bad decision can change your life forever. My poor judgment almost ended up with my young soccer career. Thanks to God I found out about my injury before it got worst. Playing with a tore ACL and a Meniscus Cartilage broke in five places wasnâ€™t very smart.
As a teenager I always wanted to play soccer no matter what. Since I was a little kid soccer has been the sport of my choice. It is the love of my life. I loved everything about it from the sweet smell of the grass to that exiting feeling of scoring a goal. I grew up in a family that lived, breathed, and played soccer. My dad was a professional soccer player for about twenty years. I guess thatâ€™s the reason why I love soccer so much and why its so important to me. I have always follow the advices that my dad gives me; a mean who else can know about soccer more than him. Even though, for a period of time I started to take my own decision about my young soccer career. I felt like I had the sufficient knowledge to do so. In that period of time my soccer playing abilities started to decline. I started to feel this weird and strong pain on my knee. At first, I didnâ€™t really pay attention to it. I thought that it was going to go away soon and thatâ€™s why I didnâ€™t tell anybody about it. I should of mention something to my dad, coaches or teammates. The fact of not trusting them almost made me lose what I love the most, soccer.
My dad always told me to take a break if I ever felt hurt or if I wasnâ€™t in a hundred percent to play. He said that it would be better to lose a couple games than a few months. My teammates and coaches told me that as well. Anyhow I kept playing and the pain on my knee kept getting worst and worst. I didnâ€™t want anybody to think that I was being pussy, thatâ€™s why I kept everything to me.