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When I was in high school a few years ago, I was an energetic and brave teenager. I loved smiling, writing, and doing sports, especially football.

One day, my football teammates and I took part in an important football game. After the game began, the ball was soon kicked in my direction. I received the ball and crossed it twenty feet toward the goal, just in time for my teammate to meet it and hit it right into the net. “Good shot!” everyone shouted. The game started well.

Later, the game became more and more challenging as the other team tied with our team. And in the second half of the game, the score was still one to one until I received the ball with one minute left. I needed to hit the ball into the net, and I had a successful try, making the final score two to one. But in the meantime, a bad thing happened.

In an attempt to block my shot, one player from the other team challenged me in midair. But instead of hitting the ball, his body happened to hit mine, while my teammates shouted cries of victory and horror at the same time.

When I woke up, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by my family members, friends and teammates, with a great pain in my right leg. There were also doctors around me, who told me how serious my injuries were. To my surprise, I would have to undergo a very rare operation that had only been performed a limited number of times in the United States, and the success rate is only 50 percent.

After considering for a long time and getting the support of people around me, I decided to have the operation because I knew that no matter which way I chose, there would be many challenges waiting for me. Would I be able to return to school? What effect would it have on my social life, hobby or future? These questions took over my mind. However, only time would provide answers.

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A few days later, I underwent the operation.

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I decided to bravely face my bad luck that I lost control of my right leg.

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It was a burning hot day in late summer, when my father drove me and my friends Jim and John to the lumber mill (锯木厂) where he was working.

The workers’ working conditions were really poor. That day the fans weren’t working. The workers were covered in sweat and sawdust, looking discouraged and tired. It was dangerous back-breaking work that paid very little. They did the work because they had no other work to do to support their families.

We had decided to play in the forest nearby the mill. So shortly after looking around the big yard of the mill, we three children ran out to the forest before my father could warn us to take care. Behind the big old trees we played hide-and-seek. We also removed our shoes and climbed to the top of tall trees to see what were in bird nests. With everything seeming so interesting and pleasant we couldn’t hold back our curiosity and excitement.

We three were exploring what attracted each of us when Jim suddenly called out: “Hey! There is a deer here.” Hearing this, John and I tuned and saw a brown-haired figure lying under a tree. We raced towards it. Sure enough, there lay a beautiful little deer on its side with bright big eyes looking at us with fright. I was about to pat it when Jim said, “the deer must have injured somewhere, or it couldn’t be lying here.” What he said sounded reasonable. Having examined the deer carefully, we found one of his front legs was seriously hurt and bleeding from a cut.

“We must do something to stop the bleeding at once.” I said. “But we had no bandage, said John anxiously. Glancing at my white shirt, I had an idea. Taking it off and tearing it into pieces, I folded them, pressed them onto the cut and bound it tightly. Everything done, we breathed a sigh of relief. Patting it gently, we encouraged it to rise. The deer attempted to, but in vain. “It takes time to recover. We should first take it to the mill.” Jim suggested. So we three took turns to carry it. On reaching the mill, I shouted: “Father, we have a wounded deer!”

Hearing this, the workers at work all came out to see what the matter was.

I was eleven years old. This was my first soccer game. As the tall and skinny kid stuck in the middle of the muddy field, with little knowledge of the rules and regulations of the game, I was nervous, but still excited. With kids running at me from all directions, I observed the skills that many of my teammates possessed. Their motions appeared to be so smooth and effortless, while their faces revealed their attachment to the game. I, on the other hand, lacked the commitment that many of the other kids had.

Little to my knowledge, this game turned out to be an intense one. My team was trailing (落后) behind the entire game, but toward the end, we tied it up. Suddenly, it was my turn to kick the ball. This was my chance to reveal that I was as good as everyone else. I brought my leg back and was ready to kick with all my strength. I gave a good and hard kick, but unfortunately, I kicked the ball in the wrong direction. Seeing the disappointed faces of the members of my team, I felt my face went from pale white to bright red. I wanted to run home. faster than I ever ran in a soccer practice.

Over the next few years, I continued to participate in a variety of sports, trying to find the one where I would be the center of attention for the right reasons. That never happened. I began to feel like an outsider. Whenever I was introduced to a kid in school or a friend of my parents, I was always asked if I played soccer—a natural question to a teenager. When I responded “No”, everyone would tell me that I should. But I did not want to, and I was never able to figure out why it mattered so much. I longed to find something that really interested me.

At senior high, I gave up my attempt to try various sports.

I turned to the other aspects of my life, the ones I enjoyed.