I remember back in the fifth grade when I was on the boy’s flag football team as a blocker, my school was the best in the league. So came the first game we played the second-best in the league, and we were disheartened when we could only mustard one touchdown compared to the other teams’ six touchdowns. We were crushed we expected a win not a monumental loss like this, we trained hard to redeem ourselves from this loss, and our training paid off in the end after that first loss we became undefeated the only obstacle standing in the way of topping the podium was the very team that we lost to. 

The whistle blows and the game starts, we lead with a touchdown and they react with a touchdown of their own this cycle continues until we are once again down. I was subbed in and I successfully stopped a key player of theirs preventing another touchdown. We were still down then, but we had a drive that could not be stopped, it was our ball, and against all odds, our wide receiver got a hard ball and sprinted to the goal and we secured our victory by one point.

Playing sports any sport has always been my go-to whenever I feel alone in this world, when I play sports I feel connected to my team I feel like I can be victorious whenever I play. So when time decided it was right for me to suffer yet another devasting loss; my dear grandpa, I felt defeated and alone the world became a bleak place. But then I received a phone call from my cousins to play a game of volleyball to take our minds off the loss. So I picked up a volleyball and began to play, every time I scored a point I felt a little color coming back into my world, and slowly but surely I began to feel a sense of connection again, every point I scored was directly due to my cousins setting up the ball for me, by the end of the game the feeling of loneliness faded away.