IndexIntroductionFigure Skating: A Perfect Blend of Strength and GraceThe Disheartening Accident Where I Broke My ArmConclusionReferencesIntroductionI often wonder if people love something so much, the their love for that is more than a passion. A passion so strong that without it they would feel deprived of the oxygen they breathe. If you love something so much that you feel your life wouldn't be complete without it, then congratulations, you're one of a handful of people who feel so strongly about something. However, behind that love lies hardship, difficulty and disappointment. So very often people get knocked down and find it difficult to get back up because they feel like they're not good enough. I felt it in figure skating. I know what it feels like to think you're not good enough and want to give up. But I also know what it feels like to get back up and feel like you're good enough. The years I spent on the ice were a roller coaster of ups and downs, but ultimately I fell in love with the challenges presented to me. The way I broke my arm, however, strengthened my resolve. Ultimately, I'm proud to call it my passion. Say no to plagiarism. Get a tailor-made essay on "Why Violent Video Games Shouldn't Be Banned"? Get an Original Essay Figure Skating: A Perfect Blend of Strength and Grace From the moment I first stepped on the ice, I was taught that skaters must have the speed of a speed skater, the strength of a hockey player and the grace of a dancer. Every move, every turn, must be performed with strength and sweetness, the perfect mix. Basically, skaters have to be perfect in every way. Reasonably, this terrified me. What if I fell so hard that I broke something? What happens if I don't meet everyone's expectations? These thoughts ran through my head for years. Yet, despite my doubts, I moved forward. I improved; I got stronger. Then, one day, I had the worst fall I've ever had. Disheartening Accident Where I Broke My Arm On November 7, 2017, I was training for an upcoming competition and while doing my program I started to get into a jump. I placed the toe into the ice and felt the pressure build in my foot as I began to launch myself into the air. Then, as I pushed my body into the air, I felt myself begin to lean a little to the left, then a little more. When my foot returned to the ice, I knew my balance was off. I remember the feeling of my foot sliding out from under me and my body sliding against the wall at full speed. My mother took me to the emergency room and the doctor there told me that I had broken my arm in two places and had a moderate concussion. I was devastated because I was told that if I got another concussion I would be done skating. This made me question whether I wanted to continue skating or not. I knew if I got hurt one more time I would be done. Was it worth it? A week passed and I felt miserable, to put it mildly. I didn't want to continue, but my mother sat me down and told me that every sport carries risks. It's just a question of what we're willing to do for the things we love. I thought back to all the work I had put into skating and remembered how far I had come. It was at that moment that all I wanted to do was get back on the ice. The way the blade cuts through the ice fascinated me and from there I realized that I not only had a love for skating but a passion for it. Please note: this is just an example. Get a card now. 798-809.