this i believe draft:

I believe that God has a purpose for everything that happens in your life, even the bad ones. About 1/2 a year ago, I was enduring the most nerve-racking try-outs for the varsity volleyball team. I didn't make it the year before, and after the heart breaking new I cried for days. There was nothing in the world that I wanted more than to be a freshman varsity player, but sometimes you can't get what you want. I trained very hard the next season and was determined to make vars as a sophomore. A year had past and the coaches needed to cut two more outside hitters from the team. I felt pressure from every inch of my body and constantly thought that in order to prove myself worthy enough, I had to play perfect volleyball; no errors, all kills. That's how I felt for every suicide, weight lifting session, practice, and game. It was all-out perfection or failure. One mistake and I started to break down mentally. But luckily, I pulled through and made the team; it was the greatest thing that ever happened to me. Things seemed to turn around and go great; I had an awesome team, great teammates, we all got along well, and I got good playing time (something that I honestly thought that I wouldn't get as a sophomore.) September 8th came around and we were having a hitting competition. The next day was going to be our first season game against UH lab. I couldn't wait and gave everything I had in practice. I was winning the competition, went up for a kill, and got it. Unfortunately, when I came down, my right leg went left while my body leaned right. I heard a "pop" and my whole right leg felt numb. After all the trainers tested for if I tore my ACL, I came out negative. It was a relief because ACL's are the worst ligament to tear. Even though the trainers said that turning out negative for the ACL test was good news, I knew that I would be out for some time and was immidiately sad. Two weeks later, I took an MRi to confirm that I did something to my MCL which took about three weeks to heal. Then a month later, I got my MRi results and found out that I COMPLETELY tore my ACL. I couldn't believe it, all these trainers and people told me there was no way in hell that my ACL could have even be slightly sprained and there it was in black and white. That was the worst day of my life. I couldn't keep it together, not even at school because all my friends and teammates were going to ask me what it was. Life wasn't fair, I hated life, I hated God. But in the end, all of this was my fault because I didn't put God first. Volleyball was my God and I didn't let anything interfere with my passion, not even family. I just wish that I learned the easy way than going through this whole experience. Although I regret having torn my ACL, I am learning alot through this experience. I'm sorry God, I hope you can forgive me.