College has always been in my future from a very young age. As I got older and really started to think about what my future might look like, I found it puzzling what I wanted to study. But looking back, I can see that my family and my faith were quietly pointing me there the whole time. My mom, Sunshine Vincent, has been my greatest influence since I was young. For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to be like her. She has always taught me to live by the golden rule: treat others better than they treat you. That lesson changed the way I see the world. My mom is the most kindhearted person I know, and I hope to carry that warmth as I grow older. She has shown me how to be brave, that it is okay to show emotion, and that no matter where life takes me, she will always be there. She is not just my mom, she is my best friend. Faith came into my life the summer after my junior year, and it changed everything. God found me during a season of real uncertainty. My mom, who had worked at Gilpin County School for eighteen years, had applied to be principal but was not chosen, and then decided to leave entirely. The place that had always felt like home suddenly felt unfamiliar. Through my growing faith, I learned to find comfort in God rather than in my surroundings. Situations that once caused anxiety no longer held the same power over me. I learned that my worth is not found in performance, friendships, or circumstances, but in Jesus. As my faith deepened, I began to recognize values in myself that I had previously overlooked. I stopped gossiping, distanced myself from friendships that did not align with my beliefs, and formed new relationships built on kindness and integrity. I truly believe God guides me through moments of fear and uncertainty, giving me peace and resilience. My senior quote is Esther 4:14, perhaps you were created for a time such as this. That verse is not just something I wrote in a yearbook. Going to college is how I honor the gifts I have been given and put them to use for something bigger than myself. I am heading to Colorado Mesa University to study Exercise Science, not just for a degree, but because I have been prepared, encouraged, and called to go.

The future has always captivated me, all the possibilities and joyful moments still to come. I knew I was college-bound since my freshman year of high school, but where and what I wanted to study was the question I had to figure out. I have always been captivated by athletics, and the idea of working with athletes is the best way to stay involved with athletics, even though I might not be playing. Since committing to a school, I have been thinking a great deal about what life after college will look like. To become an athletic trainer, I look to my high school athletic trainer as my role model and a glimpse into the future I am working toward. She is both a coach and an athletic trainer, which is exactly what I aspire to be. Athletics have always been my passion and my escape, and I want to spend my life in that world. My goal is to create the kind of environment that has allowed me to grow, learn, and build lasting friendships along the way. I want to become an athletic trainer so that I can support athletes in preventing injuries, pushing through adversity, and finding in their team what I found in mine, a family. My own athletic trainer and basketball coach modeled that for me, and I want to pay it forward to the next generation of athletes who need that same support. To achieve this goal I have committed to attending Colorado Mesa University to study Exercise Science. Throughout high school, I have intentionally taken courses to prepare myself for this path. AP Biology not only taught me the science of living systems but also pushed me to develop strong time management skills while competing as a multi-sport athlete. My favorite course this year has been Anatomy and Physiology, learning about muscles and how the body moves and heals is exactly the foundation I will need to help athletes recover and perform at their best. Every hour of homework, every injury worked through day by day, and every second on the court and the field has been a step toward the career I am building, and I have only just begun. My passion for Exercise Science truly came alive in my Anatomy and Physiology class during our unit on muscles. Learning how the body's systems work together, how each muscle plays a role in movement, performance, and recovery, was the moment everything clicked for me. I fell in love instantly. What excites me most about this degree is that it sits right at the intersection of two things I care deeply about: the science of the human body and the world of athletics. I do not just want to study Exercise Science in a classroom; I want to take that knowledge into the field every single day and use it to help athletes perform at their very best. That combination of passion for learning and passion for people is what drives me toward this degree and toward the career waiting for me on the other side of it.

During my sophomore year of high school, I fell in love with volleyball. From that point on, I was certain I would play at the collegiate level. I attended countless open gyms, skills camps, and recruiting camps, determined to be seen by coaches and earn a spot on a college roster. I sent emails to nearly every coach I could find, joined recruiting platforms, and did everything I was told would give me a chance. Despite my effort, responses were few, and rejections became familiar. My junior season only deepened my passion for the sport. Volleyball was all I wanted to do, and I believed persistence would eventually pay off. I was invited to attend a college practice, which felt like a breakthrough, until I received my first “no.” I quickly refocused on another school, attended a camp, and then realized it wasn’t the right fit. Once again, I returned to emailing coaches, joining a club team, and continuing the recruiting process. By the start of my senior year, I had received multiple rejections. One university even reached out through my mom and high school coach, giving me renewed hope. After several conversations with the coach, I received yet another “no.” I was devastated. I had invested years of work, countless hours, and so much emotional energy into a dream that kept slipping further away. As my senior volleyball season continued, I began to struggle. Team chemistry was difficult, and my love for the game slowly faded. I pushed through by reminding myself that club season was approaching, but internally, something had shifted. Volleyball was no longer my only goal; it had become my identity. Facing repeated rejection forced me to reflect on who I was without the sport. Halfway through club season, I decided to attend Colorado Mesa University. Still, I held onto the hope that God’s plan included college volleyball. I continued reaching out to coaches and even gained interest, until I received my sixth and final rejection. That moment marked a turning point. I realized I could no longer allow a sport to dictate my future. Letting go of a dream I had chased for years was painful, but it was also freeing. I learned that failure does not mean inadequacy; it means redirection. Through reflection, faith, and resilience, I came to understand that I am more than an athlete. I am a student, a leader, and a child of God with purpose beyond the court. Today, I am focused on my academic and career goals. I plan to pursue a future in physical therapy and athletic training, fields that allow me to stay connected to sports while helping others heal and grow. Although I did not achieve my original goal of playing college volleyball, I overcame that failure by redefining success. Instead of giving up, I chose growth, self-awareness, and a future built on passion, not limitation.

God enters everyone’s life in different ways. For some, He is present from the beginning; for others, He appears during moments of change or struggle. For me, God found me the summer after my junior year. I met a close friend through a scholarship opportunity at my county fair, where we served as fair ambassadors. His father was a pastor at a small church across from the fairgrounds, and that is where I attended my first service at a “Cowboy Church.” Looking back, I now see that moment as God’s way of guiding me toward Him. It was a deeply significant experience that marked the beginning of my journey to finding my true identity. During that first sermon, Pastor Josh read Luke 15:11-23, the story of the prodigal son. The message of forgiveness and unconditional love stayed with me. The following week, while camping, I spent time reflecting on the passage and began watching church services online. When I later attended my first full service, the sermon focused on comfort zones and trusting that God is with you wherever you are. At first, I thought this message applied to volleyball, as I was adjusting to new positions. Soon after, however, I realized it was about something much deeper. My mom, who had worked at Gilpin County School for eighteen years, applied to be principal but was not chosen. She then decided to leave the school entirely, and the place that had always felt like home suddenly felt unfamiliar. I struggled with change and disappointment, but through my growing faith, I learned to find comfort in God rather than in my surroundings. This shift changed how I viewed challenges and uncertainty. As my faith deepened, I began to recognize values in myself that I had previously overlooked. I stopped gossiping, distanced myself from friendships that didn’t align with my beliefs, and formed new relationships built on kindness and integrity. Around the same time, a close friend wanted to start a relationship I did not feel called to pursue. Saying no, especially in front of my entire school, was difficult, but it taught me the strength that comes from following God’s direction rather than others’ expectations. Leaning on God became a daily practice. I spent Tuesdays listening to worship music and mornings reading my Bible. That commitment led me to be baptized before my senior year, marking a new beginning in my faith. Situations that once caused anxiety no longer held the same power over me. I truly believe God guides me through moments of fear and uncertainty, giving me peace and resilience. Through this journey, I learned that my worth is not found in performance, friendships, or circumstances, but in Jesus. That resilience carried into my leadership experiences. During my junior year, I ran for student council president and lost by just six votes. I felt discouraged and questioned whether I wanted to lead at all. Instead of giving up, I took my campaign ideas to my principal, including strategies to reduce bullying. One idea, a mentorship program pairing upperclassmen with middle and high school students, was implemented this year. Seeing that impact reminded me that leadership is about service, not titles. Service has always been important to my family and to me. One of my favorite ways to give back is volunteering for the Giving Tree, wrapping presents so children in need can experience a joyful Christmas morning. Being able to serve others before myself brings me the greatest sense of fulfillment.

Athletics have always been a defining part of my life. As a three-sport athlete, I built my identity around movement, competition, and pushing my body to its limits. For years, I measured success by performance and endurance, rarely stopping to think about injury or recovery. That mindset changed during my junior year when I suffered a significant injury while playing soccer: a strained sartorius muscle. For the first time, the sport I loved became painful, and my body, once something I trusted completely, felt fragile and unpredictable. The injury forced me to slow down physically and mentally. I could no longer play through discomfort or rely on instinct alone. Practices required caution, games demanded patience, and recovery became just as important as competition. Initially, this loss of control was frustrating and discouraging. However, instead of allowing the setback to define me, I chose to show up with resilience by committing fully to the recovery process. I listened to my body, followed my rehabilitation plan, and learned to value progress over speed. Working closely with my athletic trainer was a turning point. She guided me through strengthening exercises, mobility work, and proper recovery routines, but more importantly, she modeled compassion and encouragement. She treated me not just as an athlete trying to return to play, but as a person navigating disappointment and self-doubt. Inspired by her example, I began to approach my recovery with kindness both toward my body and toward others. I encouraged teammates who were injured, shared recovery tips, and became more aware of how emotional support can be just as powerful as physical treatment. This experience taught me wholeheartedness, giving full effort even when circumstances are difficult or uncertain. Instead of withdrawing when I could not perform at my usual level, I stayed engaged with my team. I supported my teammates from the sidelines, celebrated their successes, and remained committed to improving myself in every way I could. Through this process, I learned that leadership does not always mean being the strongest or fastest; it means showing up consistently, even when it is hard. The impact of this challenge extended beyond my athletic life. During my senior year, I took Anatomy and Physiology, where my curiosity about the human body deepened. I found meaning in understanding how muscles, joints, and movement work together, and how injury prevention and rehabilitation can change someone’s experience entirely. My injury no longer felt like a setback, but rather a defining moment that reshaped my goals and perspective. Facing this obstacle strengthened my resilience and taught me empathy. I now understand how vulnerable injuries can make people feel and how important patience and encouragement are during recovery. That understanding has shaped my desire to pursue a career in physical therapy with a focus on athletic training. I want to be the person who helps others heal, regain confidence, and continue doing what they love. Everett Frank lived with kindness, resilience, and wholeheartedness, qualities I strive to embody. Through injury, recovery, and growth, I learned to meet challenges with perseverance and compassion. That experience changed not only how I view athletics, but how I show up for others and myself, shaping the path I am committed to following.

God enters everyone’s life in different ways. For some, He is present from the beginning; for others, He appears during moments of change or struggle. For me, God found me the summer after my junior year. I met a close friend through a scholarship opportunity at my county fair, where we served as fair ambassadors. His father was a pastor at a small church across from the fairgrounds, and that is where I attended my first service—a “Cowboy Church.” Looking back, I now see that moment as God’s way of guiding me toward Him. It was a deeply significant experience that marked the beginning of my journey to finding my true identity. During that first sermon, Pastor Josh read Luke 15:11-23, the story of the prodigal son. The message of forgiveness and unconditional love stayed with me. The following week, while camping, I spent time reflecting on the passage and began watching church services online. When I later attended my first full service, the sermon focused on comfort zones and trusting that God is with you wherever you are. At first, I thought this message applied to volleyball, as I was adjusting to new positions. Soon after, however, I realized it was about something much deeper. My mom, who had worked at Gilpin County School for eighteen years, applied to be principal but was not chosen. She then decided to leave the school entirely, and the place that had always felt like home suddenly felt unfamiliar. I struggled with change and disappointment, but through my growing faith, I learned to find comfort in God rather than in my surroundings. This shift changed how I viewed challenges and uncertainty. As my faith deepened, I began to recognize values in myself that I had previously overlooked. I stopped gossiping, distanced myself from friendships that didn’t align with my beliefs, and formed new relationships built on kindness and integrity. Around the same time, a close friend wanted to start a relationship I did not feel called to pursue. Saying no—especially in front of my entire school was difficult, but it taught me the strength that comes from following God’s direction rather than others’ expectations. Leaning on God became a daily practice. I spent Tuesdays listening to worship music and mornings reading my Bible. That commitment led me to be baptized before my senior year, marking a new beginning in my faith. Situations that once caused anxiety no longer held the same power over me. I truly believe God guides me through moments of fear and uncertainty, giving me peace and resilience. Through this journey, I learned that my worth is not found in performance, friendships, or circumstances, but in Jesus. mily and to me. One of my favorite ways to give back is volunteering for the Giving Tree, wrapping presents so children in need can experience a joyful Christmas morning. Being able to serve others before myself brings me the greatest sense of fulfillment. Family is another foundation of my life. My extended family lives nearby, and my cousins feel more like siblings. My cousin Ben, just five months younger than me, has been one of my closest friends since sixth grade. Growing up surrounded by family has taught me the importance of love, support, and togetherness—values that continue to shape who I am today.

God enters everyone’s life in different ways. For some, He is present from the beginning; for others, He appears during moments of change or struggle. For me, God found me the summer after my junior year. I met a close friend through a scholarship opportunity at my county fair, where we served as fair ambassadors. His father was a pastor at a small church across from the fairgrounds, and that is where I attended my first service at a “Cowboy Church.” Looking back, I now see that moment as God’s way of guiding me toward Him. It was a deeply significant experience that marked the beginning of my journey to finding my true identity. During that first sermon, Pastor Josh read Luke 15:11-23, the story of the prodigal son. The message of forgiveness and unconditional love stayed with me. The following week, while camping, I spent time reflecting on the passage and began watching church services online. When I later attended my first full service, the sermon focused on comfort zones and trusting that God is with you wherever you are. At first, I thought this message applied to volleyball, as I was adjusting to new positions. Soon after, however, I realized it was about something much deeper. My mom, who had worked at Gilpin County School for eighteen years, applied to be principal but was not chosen. She then decided to leave the school entirely, and the place that had always felt like home suddenly felt unfamiliar. I struggled with change and disappointment, but through my growing faith, I learned to find comfort in God rather than in my surroundings. This shift changed how I viewed challenges and uncertainty. As my faith deepened, I began to recognize values in myself that I had previously overlooked. I stopped gossiping, distanced myself from friendships that didn’t align with my beliefs, and formed new relationships built on kindness and integrity. Around the same time, a close friend wanted to start a relationship I did not feel called to pursue. Saying no, especially in front of my entire school, was difficult, but it taught me the strength that comes from following God’s direction rather than others’ expectations. Leaning on God became a daily practice. I spent Tuesdays listening to worship music and mornings reading my Bible. That commitment led me to be baptized before my senior year, marking a new beginning in my faith. Situations that once caused anxiety no longer held the same power over me. I truly believe God guides me through moments of fear and uncertainty, giving me peace and resilience. Through this journey, I learned that my worth is not found in performance, friendships, or circumstances, but in Jesus. Family is another foundation of my life. My extended family lives nearby, and my cousins feel more like siblings. My cousin Ben, just five months younger than me, has been one of my closest friends since sixth grade. Growing up surrounded by family has taught me the importance of love, support, and togetherness values that continue to shape who I am today. God has been a major comfort with the idea of leaving my town and my family. I know when I get to college, one of the first things I will be doing is finding a Church. I have never been the most social, but I know when I find my people, I can't keep my mouth shut. I just know when I make it to college that god will lead me towards my people.

I have decided to pursue a career in physical therapy with a focus on athletic training because of my lifelong involvement in sports and my growing fascination with how the human body works, heals, and adapts. Athletics have always been a central part of my life, shaping not only my daily routines but also my mindset, discipline, and work ethic. Through years of competition, I have experienced both the excitement of success and the challenges that come with physical setbacks. These experiences, especially dealing with injuries firsthand, sparked my interest in learning how the body functions and how proper care and rehabilitation can help athletes perform at their best. Growing up as a three-sport athlete, I was constantly active and rarely thought about injury prevention or recovery. I assumed my body would always respond the same way it had before. That perspective changed during my junior year when I suffered my first major injury while playing soccer. I strained my sartorius muscle, and for the first time in my athletic career, playing a sport became painful. What had once been a source of joy and freedom suddenly required caution, patience, and intentional care. This injury forced me to slow down and truly listen to my body, something I had never needed to do before. Working with my athletic trainer opened my eyes to a side of athletics I had never considered before. She explained how muscles work together, how certain movements can place stress on specific areas of the body, and how strengthening one muscle group can protect another. As she helped me build a recovery plan, I became increasingly curious about why each exercise mattered and how the body responded to them. This experience gave me a new appreciation for the science behind movement and sparked a passion for maintaining a healthy body through intentional exercise and consistent routines before and after competition. I took Anatomy and Physiology, and this class confirmed what I had begun to feel during my recovery—that I truly enjoy learning about the human body. Studying the muscular and skeletal systems gave me a deeper understanding of how everything works together to allow movement, strength, and stability. I was fascinated by how complex yet efficient the body is and how even small imbalances can lead to injury. Anatomy and Physiology challenged me academically, but it also motivated me because I could directly connect what I was learning in class to my experiences as an athlete. Balancing demanding coursework with a full athletic schedule was not always easy, but it taught me valuable time-management skills and reinforced the importance of dedication and consistency. Just as I give 100% effort on the field or court, I apply that same commitment to my academics. Maintaining strong grades while participating in multiple sports required discipline, planning, and perseverance. Looking back, my junior-year injury was not just a setback but a defining moment that helped shape my future path. It changed the way I view my body, my training, and my long-term goals. Through recovery, education, and experience, I discovered a passion for understanding the human body and helping it heal. Pursuing physical therapy with a focus on athletic training allows me to combine my love for sports, my interest in science, and my desire to help others. I am excited to continue learning, growing, and working toward a career where I can make a meaningful impact on the health and performance of athletes and individuals alike.