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by RandomPerson » Mon Jun 02, 2014 6:52 pm
I think I've told the story of me having zero freinds until high school life so I think I'm gonna start from there,
I was thirteen or fourteen and had been playing rugby for my local team for about a year, and my coach thought I was improving a lot and he offered me some after practice routines to work on my kicking and fitness (since it was just me and him legally he wasn't allowed to do anything else and spoilers[spoiler]this isn't a child abuse story[/spoiler]).
After a few months of usual rugby training and the extra my coach was giving me I was getting pretty good, and I was feeling better, everything in my life was clicking into place, I'd started secondary school, started making a few freinds and even my rugby was improving. I felt like as long as I had rugby to clear my head and socialise I'd be ok. my coach must have seen my improvement because when the county trials came he picked me over the kids that had been doing it for years so of course I was over the moon. My brothers and parents overreacted and made me feel part of the family, like it wasn't an outcast anymore, even when I didn't make it in they where still there, and I really think it brought me closer to them. Like I wasn't inept as they thought I was.. But mabye I'm being stupid.
Anyway back to the story, so yeh I didn't get in, but I didn't care. I felt like I'd already overachieved by getting that far, so I kept training and working hard and kept trying to improve, and over the course of another year I did. I worked my balls off every week and my game was improving massively. I was rearing to go every game I played and more often than not played well ( or it could just be me hyping myself but what ever), I met a girl who later actually was my first girlfriend, and honestly. My life was good.
So I was pretty pissed off when my coach put another kid forward for county trials instead of me, but he just told me someone wants to meet me, then took me I to a room with two blokes in suits. I was shitting myself and suddenly my mum and dad came in, just as confused as I was. Then the men spoke, they where youth coaches at lecstier tigers, and wanted me to come training with the youth team for a few weeks with the chance of a year involment if it goes well, eventually leading onto a place in the leicster tiger academy and if I worked hard enough, pros. I accepted and after a few weeks they asked me to continue for a year, my mum and dad didn't have a lot of money but they threw a party and the whole do dar for me, It was embarrassing with all my family there but I still loved it. And I loved laying in the leicster youth team.
That's when things started going tits up. It was all going well and I was holding my own against the other kids, and I was doing well. But then I started falling, I stopped working hard because I thought I didn't need it and basically abandoned any freinds I had, I fell in with the wrong crowd and started doing stuff I really shouldn't at that age. It was so bad that every other night I was either out drinking or smoking weed, and then my girlfriend left me.
That pissed me off, I didn't do anything for weeks. No training, no school no anything. Eventually I got up and started life again but I wasn't who I was, it took the shortest thing to set me off and it was the anger that fucked my life up.
During school a kid in our year was throwing his weight around, thinking he was big because he had a few freinds and that pissed me off, any other day I would've just ignored him like everyone else did but like I said, the littlest thing set me off and I leaped at him. I started hitting him and he was pretty messed up by the time his freinds pulled me off. Two of them held me down while the others kicked the shit out of me, literally. By the time my brother and his mates got the guys I had already had broken ribs, a punctured lung, broken arm, broken nose and they beat my legs so bad I couldn't walk. My brother carried me to the reception and they phoned a hospital. I was in and out of hospital for a month, and they told me tht my rugby career was over before it even started.
I have never cried more than when I heard that I couldn't play rugby, that was my plan. That was all my life was, and I just cried and cried and cried. I had no back up plan and was royally fucked, I still had a year of school left but wasn't exceptional in anything, it turned out I'd get pretty average scores, and my old freinds forgave me eventually and my best freind even said he'd give me a job if I got into college. I started it again with my girlfriend and we are still dating to this day, and in a few weeks I'll be moving in with her... In our own place.
But I didn't know that then. I thought my life was over. And I have never been as low as that moment.
"Ohana means family, and family means nobody gets left behind. But if you want to leave fine. Just know that I'll never forget you." - lelo and stitch
"What you talking 'bout tezuka" - Gary Coleman (RIP)
It may help that I'm used to just using a single digit to type either way.
