Wild card is hard

Every time a wild card is given it gets harder and harder to think of something to write about.  I remember in the beginning of the year getting a wild card as one of the blog topics for the week was the best thing that could happen, and writing about anything I wanted to, was so easy, and these types of blogs just flowed out.  But now this is not the case, I find these blogs to be the hardest possible and truthfully I do not know why it is getting so hard to write about anything I want to.  So I guess instead of writing about my future I’ll describe an incident that happened in my life that required me to dig down deep, and reach out to people for a helping hand to continue on.When I was eleven years old I was in the gym practicing Olympic sparring, usually I practice kicking moving pads and targets, or focusing on drills to increase endurance power and speed in my fighting skills.  When I would practice fighting someone it would usually be someone my age or an instructor who would only block or fight back lightly.  But to gain an advantage when fighting kids my age, I began to spar with a four years older than I was.  During practice one day I was slow reacting and he threw a kick landing square on my face, shattering my right orbital bone.  It was a devastating blow to my confidence, and after the incident I was reluctant to return back to the sparring ring.  But my desire to return back and accomplish my goals was greater than my fear of getting hurt all over again.  I looked too my parents for guidance as well as my trainers and teachers who encouraged me and pushed me to train hard and get back in the ring.  Without their support and uplifting attitudes it would have been much more difficult to get back up, dust myself off, and get back to doing what I loved.