Personal Statement

Over seven billion people in the world. Which means over seven billion different personalities, talents, ideas, and opinions. Some may be similar, and some may be nowhere near the same. Often times, people gravitate towards a compassionate person. Why wouldn't we? Compassionate people love to tend to others, care, give advice, and help guide each and every person to what is best for them. However, it is easy for those filled with compassion to get carried away and let their own thoughts and desires slip out of their hands. I have always been that compassionate person. Growing up, I was always told by my mother, “You need to pay more attention to yourself, and tend to your needs as well.” I have always had a passion for caring for others, helping

I have learned so much about myself through this game, and I have loved it. It taught me how to be more independent, yet still a team player, the importance of strategizing and thinking things through, and has improved my patience. I put these qualities to use not only on the golf course, but in the classroom and in everyday life as well. I have loved every second of golf, until it became a job. The fun and enjoyment of spending time with friends and family on the course soon became strict training and preparing for collegiate golf, I was not even positive I wanted to compete at a college level! However, it pleased my dad and made him very proud in how well I was progressing in this sport, and that is what kept me

I was choosing to bottle up my own feelings to keep others happy, but at the time it felt like an obligation. I was trapped, and did not know how to free myself. There would be times where I would admit I wanted the tournaments and training to settle down, but a disapproving and betrayed response was returned which led me to continue to hide my feelings and desires. With that in consideration, I was afraid it would put a dent in my father and I’s relationship. We are so close, and golf has helped build our relationship, but I began to think it was time to build our relationship on something besides the game of golf. Finally, I decided to speak up and confess that I no longer had the “dream” of playing collegiate golf, and I felt an immense amount of relief rush over me. On the contrary, my dad was the complete opposite of relieved. He felt betrayed and as if I was giving up on everything I have worked for. Little did he know, most of the work I put in was for him. As time passed, he began to understand the way I had been feeling. Also, as hoped, we often play golf for fun and still enjoy it. Along with golf, we are finding various activities that we share a common interest in that was unknown for too