I fell in love with soccer before I even understood what it meant to love something. As the youngest of three, I was always trying to keep up with my older siblings. My father, a coach, never lowered the standard for me just because I was younger, he pushed me harder. I spent countless hours training in a secluded old grass field, often exhausted and in tears, but I kept going because I loved the game. I loved the feeling of being strong, of exceeding expectations, and of being known for something I worked so hard to achieve.
At nine years old, that effort paid off when I was recruited into the Vancouver Whitecaps youth program,earlier than either of my siblings. That moment was the peak of my early soccer career. I felt proud, accomplished, and certain I was on the right path. For the first time, I believed all my hard work had truly proven something.
Then everything stopped.
When COVID hit, the fields closed, practices were canceled, and the structure that shaped my life disappeared overnight. Living in a small apartment in a big city, I couldn’t even train properly. Slowly, I lost more than just fitness,I lost discipline, confidence, and my connection to the game. Around the same time, my family moved to Amarillo, Texas, and I entered a period of frustration and disconnection. Soccer faded from my life, and I began to lose sight of who I was without it.
The lowest point came when I decided to return to soccer.
Going into my junior year, I joined a competitive high school program, thinking my past would carry me. Instead, I felt completely unprepared. I was out of shape, slower, and significantly less skilled than I remembered. Every practice felt like proof that I no longer belonged. I was embarrassed, defeated, and close to quitting. Making the junior varsity team barely felt like a blow to everything I once believed about myself.
But that moment forced me to choose to either walk away, or fight for who I used to be.
I chose to fight.
I showed up every day, even when I was tired, frustrated, or doubting myself. I made mistakes constantly, but I stopped being afraid of them. Instead, I learned from them. Little by little, I improved not just as a player, but as a person. I learned patience, intentionality, and how to keep going even when progress felt invisible.
This year, as a senior, I made varsity. That moment meant more than any achievement from my childhood, because this time I had to earn it back. Our team has become district and bi-district champions, and we continue pushing forward. Now, I step onto the field knowing my teammates trust me and that means everything.
Soccer has taught me that success is not immediate and failure is not final. It has shown me the value of discipline, consistency, and believing in yourself even at your lowest. These lessons have shaped me into someone who doesn’t quit when things get hard, but grows because of them.
This scholarship would help me take the next step in both my academic and athletic journey. For a long time, I doubted whether college was financially possible. With this support, I can pursue higher education without the overwhelming burden of financial stress, allowing me to focus on my studies while continuing to chase my goal of playing college soccer.
Soccer gave me my identity, took it away, and taught me how to rebuild it. Now, I’m ready to use everything I’ve learned to build my future.