Since I was four years old I’ve played soccer every single day up until my sophomore year of high school. I had loved playing because soccer was what had kept me active and on task with school, but also it was the one way my father and I bonded. This particular door appearing in front of me would be the door where my first injury never happened. One of the biggest goals in my life in high school was to further my education in college and play soccer. My first serious injury was in my sophomore year, a month before the season. I extended my leg too far and tore my hip flexor, I had internal bleeding, bruising, and swelling. While taking caution when playing again, I was putting most of the pressure on my left hip, doing so, I had injured my other hip. Realizing soon after taking time off soccer, I wouldn’t ever be able to play the same. When it came close to the season that year I played our first season game and the tournament that same weekend. We started the third game of the day, and I couldn’t finish. Ever since that game, I haven’t played. Although I was devastated I couldn’t continue to play, I learned plenty of things quitting. I’ve gone by the saying, “Everything happens for a reason” all my life. I believe God was telling me I wasn’t focused enough on my other priorities. If I could open a door up and had never injured my hips, I would open it within an