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Our online magazine provides a platform for the everyday athlete to inspire others, defeat stigmas, and receive recognition for their stories and triumphs. Upon submitting an article every athlete is immediately eligible to be voted for at the end of the year, by the board of directors, to win a scholarship. The number of scholarship awards depends on how much money we raise. Please enjoy their stories below.
My generation has grown up in the most technologically advanced era in history, and yet, the constant access to social media and glimpse into the lives of others, has left us deeply wounded and insecure. Like many of my peers, I have had to overcome the challenge thinking and acting for myself, while not depending on the opinions of others around me to determine my self-worth. This constant access to social media has forced many of us to live a double life; one of perfection and glamour in front of the Instagram camera and another of deep hurt that we cannot share with even our closest friends. The circumstances I have been given have forced me to face this reality much sooner than my peers. I have learned to survive this paradox.
There is a Japanese proverb which states everyone has three faces: “the first, you show to the world, the second, you show close friends, the third, you show no one.” This proverb explains the paradox of social-media and my childhood. The first version is easiest to understand: happy, driven, brave and accomplished. This version was student of the year in biology, is an honor roll student, a varsity captain for track and soccer, and was accepted into the National Honor Society sophomore year of High school. For a long time, I believed I had to show this version of myself to be accepted and loved. For this I was rewarded for my leadership, persistence, and charisma.
Although this is one version of me, I struggled to square it away. While in the privacy of my home, when the camera was off, the issues were abundant. Holding back tears, I felt immense pain, fear, and depression. Torn in a custody battle, my mothers abusive relationships worsened. I felt responsible to protect her, as my attempts to intervene often left me hopeless and unsure of my worth. Outside of my doors was a scarier reality, of death and violence. Many times I mourned over the murder of friends or relatives lost to the streets of Newark, fearful that I could be next. I remember getting home to find there was no food available to comfort me before bed. This heightened stress was my reality, one I was uncomfortable with, so I like many, tucked it away behind an Instagram filter.
In hindsight, my struggle with sense of self and media, began at an early age, (probably around ten). I was being bullied at the time for not being the right complexion in an all-black community. As the son of an African American mother and Hispanic father, I was left feeling rejected by my peers for not being black enough. I was segregated, ridiculed, and physically abused as I yearned to fit in. These circumstances persisted for years, until one day, I stopped feeling sorry for myself. I decided to stop pretending, and stop acting like everything was okay, stop hiding behind a lens of perfection.
I began to open up the "third version ."I shared this deeply rooted part of me openly, as I ironed out how I felt about myself. Through music, I began jotting down my innermost thoughts and feelings. I shared my story and found community in my peers which felt the same pain as I did. I found that although the circumstances were different, the pain was the same.
From this moment forward, I vowed to be myself and show all my "faces" openly, as they are all parts of me. I no longer feel the need to change myself or alter who I am to make others feel comfortable. I am authentically me and encourage others to be the same because through authenticity comes healing and acceptance. Self - acceptance, self love and appreciation, three things I can bring to any community, three things I plan to share to make this world a better place.
Fear took over my body as my hands pushed open the gym doors. Sweat slid across the handle. Nervousness went through my body like a chill, as thoughts flowed throughout my brain. “What if they didn’t accept me? What if I was an outcast?” These thoughts circled through my brain as I opened the doors to my new school . The thought of me being the “new kid” once again made my heart skip a beat.
“Welcome to North Star Academy.”
At the sound of this sentence, my body started to relax. “The hard part is almost over,” I told myself. As I was introduced to the student ambassadors, my body tensed up once more. I was obsessed with making the best first impression I could make, and everything else was tuned out. Throughout my life, I’ve been the “new kid” at 10 different schools. However, because I had family at this school, I thought it would be easier. That was not the case.
As lunchtime approached I got my food and searched the gym anxiously looking for my cousin, heart feeling so heavy in my chest as I looked for somewhere to sit. “Hey Prince, over here!” I turned to see my cousin smiling and waving. The sight of him calmed my nerves as I hurried over to his table. He introduced me to those sitting at his table and we made conversation. Then one of the students asked, “do you play any sports?” As I heard this question, I could feel my lips curl into a smile, but I quickly retracted it back to a neutral expression trying not to seem too confident. Everyone has their own identity or is involved in something that makes them unique . For me, because I switched schools so many times, I used sports as a means of “fitting in”. Since I was a kid, I’ve always loved sports, but I was particularly fond of soccer. It just so happened to be that a good amount of the soccer team was at the table. After lunch, the day seemed to fly and my love for the school only continued to grow. It was only my first day but I felt a sense of belonging. As the final bell rang, I was overwhelmed with joy. “ I did it!” I told my cousin as we walked to my first soccer practice and I was filled with excitement ready to take on this new challenge.
Being the new kid so many times has taught me to adapt to all surroundings. I’ve grown to be a very social person. Whenever I see someone new and is struggling, I never hesitate to help them. Being the new kid has taught me how to build relationships and know-how to carry myself. It has taught me to treat others with the utmost respect and make them as comfortable as they can to be around me. These experiences have helped me become a better person and has helped me become a better leader. With this while in college, even when I am nervous, I know how to communicate with my professors. Therefore, I will be able to interact with different groups of people to obtain a common goal.
Family is defined as a group of people who love and support one another unconditionally, due to the ties of marriage, blood, or adoption. Moving to America in eighth grade, I wanted to join a “perfect” family. Naturally, I was excited to finally live with my biological mother, but over time my definition of family changed.
Prior to coming to America, I lived with my grandmother in Uganda. My father visited me weekly, but I couldn’t stay with him because of his wife’s conflicts with my mother. I felt neglected by him and it wasn’t until recently that I understood that he couldn’t take me in due to this reason. I also felt neglected by my mother, as she left me at eight months to come to America. My grandmother knew I yearned to live with my mother as I would often cry on the phone when Skyping with her, so it was arranged for me to move to America when I turned thirteen.
When I arrived, I was welcomed with a loving hug from my mother at the airport. I shared a big meal with all my siblings that evening and felt that warm feeling of belonging to a “family,” that I had become accustomed to seeing only through Skype. Over the next two years, I learned to share a room, chores and meals with my siblings. However, the hardest transition was learning how to be the oldest son and the man of the household since my mother was single. I kept track of the bills, took my siblings to school and babysat while my mother was working. With these responsibilities, my idea of family had turned into a full-time job.
After I found a balance between my domestic and school responsibilities, I got involved in school activities like the Soccer team and Robotics club. This led to conflicts between me and my mother as I was unable to complete many of the tasks she was used to me doing. She grew frustrated as I invested more of my time in school, and this provoked lots of outbursts from my mother. I faced physical and emotional abuse and was kicked out of the house frequently. Nevertheless, I stayed involved in these school activities that gave me a sense of independence and belonging to a new family. This family comprised of friends that I made in the soccer and track team, including my coaches who understood my domestic struggles and offered support. I sought refuge at my best friend's house when my mother permanently kicked me out during my junior year.
Moving in with my friend’s family was an eye-opening experience. Initially, I was afraid that I was a burden, but over time they made it clear that I was part of the family. I was included in activities as they came to my soccer games and celebrated my eighteenth birthday. I was also given the freedom to go out with my friends. Thus, though I was held accountable as a young adult, my happiness and mental health was taken into consideration. I was given independence and moral support to express myself in ways I was previously denied the right to. I realized that although I was initially surrounded by strangers, they allowed me to invest time in myself rather than igniting prolonged conflicts. This became my understanding of family.
Ultimately, lacking a strong relationship with my biological family made me realize that although family should comprise of those I share blood with, I also have the power to create my family. If there is anything my new family has taught me, it’s that I am capable of being accepted and loved by those who are not blood-relatives. Thus, as I go into college and the real world, I will not hesitate to lean on friends for support as they will become my new family.
Glenn goes on live video broadcast after his usual discussion of NYCFC training to promote our Goals and Glory mission, his involvement, and what finding our first scholarship winner meant to him. This is at around 2:20 in the video. View here. Thank you Glenn!!!
Parents of Tyler Hilinksi, the late quarterback from Washington State who took his own life, are sending the message loudly to the NCAA: more needs to be done for athlete mental health.
Trauma can affect anybody - whether someone had one traumatic experience or many. It can impact how people see the world, how they behave, and their self-esteem. Clinical social workers are having great success healing trauma using the Trauma-Focused Cognitive Behavioral Therapy model. This is a multi-phase treatment plan that helps the client define, identify and understand their experiences, their thoughts, feelings, and their behaviors.
One of the most important steps in recovery is to write a trauma narrative, one's story - not of defeat - but outlining what they have been through in order to process it. Writing in a way that is about what we overcame, not what broke us. This therapeutic tool allows us to turn a difficult experience, and memory, into a source of pride. It is a tribute to oneself for making it out of adversity.
If youth need inspiration, professional athletes are utilizing writing to express themselves on the Players Tribune, the online magazine run by Derek Jeter's Turn 2 Foundation.
We want to bring that platform for celebrity athletes to all players and coaches.
Often times, these pieces of writing are very inspiring and moving - even to strangers. As the director of Goals and Glory, I had several traumatic experiences through my developmental years. As an athlete, and away from the field, these challenges impacted me emotionally, spiritually, and socially -- until I got help. Often times writing about it was the only way for me to discover what I felt about it, and turn any pain into pride.
Before I got help, I dealt with intrusive memories, self-hate, fearing the worst all the time, anger and depression. In the end, one of these stories was my college essay, and one was my essay for graduate school. For scholar-athletes, writing is an important professional skill to master, and we think the ability to help people express themselves and inspire others is critical. Please consider sharing your story, not only to be eligible for a scholarship award, but to inspire others and help end stigma.
Goals and Glory, Director
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It is with great heartache that we announce Schyler has passed away this Halloween. Schyler was one of our very own Goals and Glory athletes and despite being diagnosed with leukemia at 15, playing goalie at her prestigious and elite club put on hold, she was making a difference helping inspire other young leukemia patients. Read her truly beautiful and powerful message below. We have named our inaugural and annual scholarship in Schyler's honor.
Wow it’s already been 11 months since I’ve got diagnosed. Time does really go by fast. Childhood Cancer Awarness Month is this month! I have learned so much just in these past months. I look at the world differently! I’m a completely different person than I was before and that is a great thing for me. No kid should have to go through all of this. But along with this there is a huge sense of maturity. You have to grow up before you are suppose to. All of these kids are so strong that I have met and it has kept me strong! I saw a kid that I am very close to just the other week, and he is puking but has the biggest smile on his face, that’s what I call positive to no end! Positive vibes make such a huge impact believe it or not. I believe that when your mind is strong the rest of your body is reacting in a strong way that lets you keep fighting. To all the kids out there, you know this is all hard but you can power through!!! You can beat this!!! Happy Childhood Cancer Awarness Month!!!
This is a college essay of a DUSC Academy Soccer Player. We are forced to conceal his identity due to current threats on immigrants from certain regions, many who are just here to seek refuge and liberty, like this young man.
5:00 AM: The streets of the South Bronx have become familiar with the song of my feet running all the way to Freeman Street to go to my favorite place: school. My alarm clock has become my mother, waking me up and pushing me out of the door. My Puma backpack is my best friend. To it, I entrust my whole life: my soccer cleats, books, pencils and a flash drive for my videos. This backpack became my pillow and companion while I bounce from house to house.
5:00 AM has become a daily reminder that I’m not defined by my story.
I was born in Ivory Coast. By the time I was eight years old, I was abandoned by my father, and I witnessed my mother struggle with health problems, poverty, and an abusive marriage. I juggled between different cities and countries. Senegal. Mali. And Guinea. I was never able to spend more than six months in the same school. I routinely lost everything and could not pursue what I wanted most: school, soccer, and film technology.
By the age of 15, I learned what it meant to be an orphan. An orphan is a child who travels to the United States alone in pursuit of an education. It is having to navigate the streets of New York without knowing English, while simultaneously having to cope with his mother’s death three months after his arrival to the “Big Apple”. It is having to sit on the train with an empty stomach, trying to figure out when his next meal will come.
But before my mother’s death, she left me with a passion that motivated me to not give up. In New York, I was given the resources that my mother and I had been seeking for my entire life. For the first time, I didn’t have to worry about getting kicked out of school because my mother could not pay the fees. In September 2016, I finally started school in New York, ready to take advantage of every opportunity given to me.
I wake up every day to go to school, with images of the people who died from bullet wounds in Ivory Coast’s civil war, the millions of people living without electricity, and the young girls living through the same experiences that my mother went through. All of these images come to me at 5 A.M., when I am getting ready to go to a classroom filled with students who only know me as the kid from Ivory Coast.
After school, I go to one of my two jobs, where I endure everything that comes with the term “undocumented immigrant.” But the discrimination, the mistreatment and the feeling of not belonging have never stopped me from working hard to make the restaurants a better place for my customers and coworkers.
After work, I go to soccer practice for my club Downtown United and pursue the other passion I brought with me from Ivory Coast. Even though I’m usually tired from school and work, I’m still passionate about performing well for my teammates. At around 10:00 P.M., I walk into my makeshift living room: Starbucks. It is here that I have internet access and can finish my homework. It is the Starbucks employee who encourages me with free drinks and reminders: “One day, all of this work will be worth it.”
My education is the only thing that has never left me. It followed me from city to city, and country to country. It is the only thing that I can truly call my own. College is where my ideas will be born, and a place I will finally be able to call home. Because of this, I believe in my passions; I believe in my dreams; I believe in the power of education.
5:00 AM is the beginning of my journey, the journey I’ve nicknamed, “hope.”
A high school soccer player at North Star Academy in Newark, NJ - born in Nigeria - Abiola illustrates how he mastered his challenges with language, reading and bullying to become a confident and successful student athlete. Recently being accepted to Lafayette University with a scholarship. Read his inspiring message below.
By: Abiola Olofin
May 10, 2006 was a hot spring day in Lagos, Nigeria. I was sitting on the floor playing with my new toys and my baby brother when my parents came rushing in. “We are going to America! We’re going to America!” they exclaimed with tears in their eyes. Although I was a little boy, I knew that this was a life changing event.
Upon my arrival to the United States, I felt hope for my future that I could live a better life. However, moving to a new country meant adapting to a new lifestyle and especially learning a new language. Coming from a Yoruba home, I struggled speaking English. I came to school every day worried about never being able to fully communicate with my peers and becoming an outcast. I was continuously bullied by my English speaking counterparts. It got to a point where I would just sit in class and not say anything. Realizing that I was under a lot of pressure, my parents decided to help me by putting me in a ESL (English as a Second Language) class. When I heard this, I was scared because I did not want to enter another environment where I would be criticized for my uniqueness. To my surprise, the ESL class became my sanctuary and a place where I grew as an individual. From the first word I said correctly to the first paragraph I wrote by myself, the class became an impenetrable fortress where I understood the meaning of metamorphosis. Soon after I left the ESL class, I became more confident in myself.
The confidence I obtained in my ESL class continued on when I got the opportunity to travel to Italy for a week in my junior year. When I got the news that I had been selected to go, I was elated. I was bouncing off the walls and could not contain my excitement. When I finally calmed down and thought about what just happened, I realized that deep inside, I was apprehensive about going to Italy. Although it was an extraordinary opportunity, the thought of leaving the United States and my family baffled me. I thought excessively about what I was about to do. Then I realized that this was a chance for me to enter another environment and see how well I would adapt to it. I thought back on my experiences coming to America and the ESL class and immediately, I knew this opportunity was for me.
Despite my hesitation, I ultimately decided to go to Italy. From speaking Italian to interacting with Italians, I completely immersed myself in the new experience. I remember having a conversation with one of the store owners when I was ordering food. At first I was scared that I would do it incorrectly, but I said, “Ciao! Voglio prosciutto e Fanta limone per favore. Grazie!” which meant, “Hello. I want a prosciutto sandwich and lemon Fanta please. Thank you!” I will never forget the store owner’s smile and surprised facial expression. “Ciao” she replied, “Parli italiano?” She really thought I was Italian! She was impressed by how I had embraced the language and culture. As I continued to talk, I realized that I had immersed myself completely into something I initially had second thoughts about and that I continued to become confident in myself. As a result of this experience, I can now stand, unafraid, at the edge of the unknown. I no longer fear daunting experiences. When that hot spring day of May 1, 2018, comes, I will courageously and confidently say in front of my family as my heart beats rapidly and proudly like the sound of the djembe drums, “I’m going to college! I AM going to college!”
By Maddie Hart, Contributor
Read a powerfully written account of Maddie's battle with stress fractures as an elite level (now Division 1 college) soccer player, eventually learning of a condition that continuously kept her off the field and from the game she loves. Her perseverance also enabled her to now help other young female athletes stay healthy and safe in pursuit of their goals. Well done Maddie!
I started playing soccer when I was 4 years old. At the age of 8, I was playing for an elite soccer club and training multiple days a week. With each year, my training became more rigorous, more miles per day, more hours per week and more pressure in every way.
By the age of 16, my sophomore year at Cranford High School, I was exercising six days a week; two days of training with the team, two days of league games and two days of individual running. Finally, I broke. The impact of training on my 100-pound frame led to my first stress fracture. Many more would follow.
Sophomore year is among the most critical periods in the life of a student-athlete. It is within this small portal in time that college coaches recruit their future players. The offers to play in many schools are closely followed by much coveted scholarships.
As I entered into this critical period, I stepped onto the field most days in significant pain. I dismissed the discomfort as “shin splints,” a term that Mayo Clinic defines as “pain along the shin bone (tibia) – the large bone in the front of your lower leg” which are caused by “repetitive stress on the shinbone and the connective tissues that attach your muscles to the bone.”
In the world of youth soccer, shin splints among female athletes are almost a rite of passage. A sign that you had put in the work, you had trained hard and you had arrived. The mantra that followed: Ice, ibuprofen and move on.
Unfortunately, in my case, the pain was a warning sign and the shin splints were a precursor to a much greater issue plaguing me: a large stress fracture of my right tibia. The Mayo Clinic defines stress fractures as “tiny cracks in a bone ... caused by repetitive force, often from overuse.”
The Growing Up Today Study (GUTS), which analyzed “physical activity and risk of developing a stress fracture among preadolescent and adolescent girls” reported “stress fractures were nearly twice as common in girls who participated in sports for eight or more hours per week than in girls who engaged in sports for four or fewer hours per week.” I fit the description.
After multiple X-rays, doctors’ visits and a voyage into the daunting tunnel of the MRI machine, I was put on crutches for two weeks and benched for the next four in the spring of 2014. My recovery was unremarkable and I returned to play on the first day I could. Feeling that this issue was forever in my past I resumed playing the game I loved.
In the Fall of 2017, I found myself fully immersed in my collegiate soccer career at Loyola University Maryland, when the pain recurred. Discomfort quickly progressed to debilitating pain. Once again, I was catapulted into the familiar whirlwind of various doctors’ visits, desperate for an answer.
My X-rays were normal. Physical therapy provided no relief. I found myself laying perfectly still again as I took another trip into the MRI machine. This time the test revealed a left sacral stress fracture.
I would be benched much longer. I was relegated from a starter on the soccer team to a regular civilian on campus. Two crutches and a backpack full of school books limited the activities I could participate in around campus. My years of endurance training were used to overcome the boredom and frustration that ensued. After several weeks, I recovered and resumed my training.
Then, this summer, 11 days before I had to report to Loyola for preseason the pain returned. An MRI revealed a stress reaction; the precursor to a stress fracture. I felt more defeated than I had by any game or competition in my life. Why was my body failing me?
After years of enduring multiple visits to the orthopedic surgeon, sports medicine specialist, gynecologist, nutritionist, physical therapist, podiatrist and the dreaded MRI tunnel to nowhere, the answer would become apparent. My misfortune had a name, a diagnosis recently described as the female athlete triad.
This disease state is characterized by prolonged periods of low energy availability and undernutrition due to mismatch of nutrition intake and exercise expenditure. In female athletes, this subsequently leads to irregular menses, estrogen deficiency and impaired bone health with an increased incidence of stress fractures and early onset of osteoporosis. The triad is most commonly seen in female athletes who participate in endurance, aesthetic, and weight-class sports.
Unfortunately, I learned my experience is not unique. According to Dr. Alexandra Kondratyeva, Pediatric Orthopedic Surgeon at Saint Peter’s University Hospital in New Brunswick, “In orthopedic practice we are seeing more and more female athletes being diagnosed with stress fractures. It is important to understand that female athletes are at a higher risk for stress fractures.
"Reasons such as amenorrhea, higher energy expenditure than calorie intake, vitamin and mineral depletion, individual anatomical biomechanics that lead to improper running and exercising techniques, (and) too intense of training all need to be closely examined and evaluated before coming up with the right treatment plan for an individual. Identifying these risk factors, performing preparticipation screenings, running modifications as well as educating coaches and parents can help reduce the rate of these injuries.”
As I examined my health closer, tests revealed I was Vitamin D deficient and was not consuming enough calories. According to Beth Lanzisera, a Cranford-based nutritionist and dietician, “When you have low energy availability, not an adequate amount of calories to support your needs, your body protects itself and shuttles the calories that are available to more important functions. As a result, reproductive health and bone regeneration are the first functions to be given less priority.”
Lanzisera maintains that “adequate and quality calories such as carbohydrates, proteins, and heart healthy fats are very important. Carbohydrates are very important, especially since everyone is getting messages that a low carbohydrate intake is ideal, which is a dangerous and untrue belief for athletes.”
Finally, many female athletes like myself experience irregular menses. According to Dr. Manjari Gupta, an obstetrician and gynecologist from East Brunswick, “Irregular periods are often times overlooked as a natural consequence of training hard but may have potential consequence and should be addressed.”
Gupta explains that “irregular menses in females over long periods of time can have far-reaching implications. Girls with infrequent or absent menstrual cycles are at risk to have low estrogen levels, which have a negative effect on bone health.”
I had always dismissed my menstrual irregularities not realizing the detrimental effects they could have on my overall health.
The same rigorous hours of training to perfect every aspect of my game were the same hours that lead to my breaking points. While historically the focus of my training revolved around a ball and a field, the female triad forced me to look inward. Many of my years as an athlete were fragmented by injury.
Perhaps the training of a successful female athlete should be thought of as a more holistic process. Focusing on the field, but never forgetting the female. If we give our girls a strong foundation, one that includes the health of the body, they will surely break less under pressure.
Maddie Hart of Cranford is a junior at Loyola University Maryland and plays center midfield on the school’s Division 1 soccer team.
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Lebron James Family Foundation has impacted the dropout rate and graduation success rate in Akron, Ohio since 2011. With the launch of the IPromise school that mission has truly taken flight. Opening a public school in Akron is what Lebron called the one of the greatest moments of his life.
An inspiring story about determination, battling trauma, racism, and the resulting mental health challenges; and of goal-setting and glory from Paulinho of the Brazilian national team and Barcelona F.C. Featured in an interview by The Players Tribune, we, as always, are grateful for their content and mission, and happy to share their message.
Their Cinderella-season ended in tragedy. A community was left with a deep hole to fill. This film teaches us the power of sport, and overcoming immense hardship, more than most writers could ever dream of. This Fox Sports special film by Jeff and Michael Zimbalist, illustrates the core of Goals and Glory's mission, to inspire rebuilding and healing through sports.
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