The people in our sport…they
surprise you, impress you, inspire you.
Meet Biesh.
Her name is Jessie but she’s
called Biesh, short for a long last name that fits her awkwardly. She has
lavish green eyes and a smile to match and she is a staple in a small community
on the Washington-Canada border.
When she was born, Biesh sported funny looking fingers which were attributed to chubby baby
hands. “When I was two an extended family member told my parents that my
fingers were not normal and talked them into taking me to the doctor.” She
remembers. “That is when they diagnosed
me with metachondromatosis.”
Biesh explains, “Basically I have enchondromas on my fingers. An
enchondroma is a benign slow-growing
tumor of cartilaginous cells. So my doctors have always told me they are in my
joints, but you only notice them on my fingers. I've had a lot of x-rays taken
and they are all very gray and blurry because the cartilage kind of takes place
of my bone. That is why I break bones so easily.”
The summer going into her freshman year Biesh went to the
Volleyball Festival in Reno with the high school girls because they took two
teams. “The Varsity coach became pretty interested in 4 of us incoming freshman
and we all ended up playing together on JV our freshman year. She saw me as a
passer, but I still played outside hitter on JV because that's where they
needed me. There was a very talented group of senior girls my sophomore year. There
was a really good senior libero, so I was a DS and her back up if anything
happened. She got in a car accident on a game day so that was the only game
that year that I actually played libero. Practicing with those girls really
made me a better player though.”
She worked hard the summer of her junior season to be the starting
libero as her coach had been grooming her for that the past two seasons. But a
coaching change forced Jessie to see the sport differently. “I had a big attitude with the new coach because
she was extremely different from my old coach. I played DS my junior year and the
coach didn't even have me serve, so I played 2 rotations in the back row. I
seriously became a different person from being so frustrated and after our
district game the new coach and I had a big argument which consisted of
her yelling at me on the bus while everyone else was in a Jamba Juice. After
that moment, I decided that I didn't care what she thought or said but that I
was just going to prove to her that I deserve the libero spot.”
The team earned a bid to state and while she played well, the team
was swept in two straight matches and went home. That spring, her old coach put
together a club team that lit a fire under her again. She wrote a note to her
new coach apologizing for her poor attitude. “I also told her that I knew I
could earn the libero spot and I just wanted her to give me a chance. She and I
were perfectly fine after that. I was the libero and to make sure I didn't get
injured that season I bought weight lifting gloves and would also tape my
fingers underneath the gloves.”
Biesh also was being coached by coaches that were, in her words,
so up and down. “The head coach would only swear at us in timeouts and tell us
how embarrassing we were.” She says dejectedly. “That was a terrible
experience. I finally healed up and played in the final Community College
tournament and played well. We tied for 7th but I promised myself I
wouldn't go one more year of being ‘coached’ by that terrible lady, so I moved
back home.” Biesh is now the JV coach at her former high school, sharing the
better coaching experiences she has had along her journey and when watching her
in action, hitting all the high notes.
Biesh explains the love of the game and her competitiveness kept
her pushing forward against a high tide of pain and adversity. “There was no
way I was going to quit. It killed me to watch when I had broken bones, so I
would just play as soon as I felt I could. I was extremely close with all of my
teammates so they would encourage me and helped me work through all my ups and
downs with injuries. It was extremely hard though; every time I got injured I
would just cry at home because it was SO frustrating. My parents were the best
at encouraging me during those times. Our community here is awesome as well. I
had so many people; my basketball coach, teachers, parents, younger girls and
more, that always could bring me up when I was down about it.”
“One of the great pieces of advice that really sticks out to me is
a conversation I had with my basketball coach. I was having a hard week and
told him I didn't understand what was going on with the way I was playing. He
told me that everyone has their bad days but that it's still trying your best
and pushing through those times that will make you better. He always related
basketball to real life and so he went on to say that I will have to do that in
my future with school, jobs, family and much more.”
She is realizing how true that advice was. “I have to be extremely
careful when I am playing sports or doing anything with my hands because my
fingers break so easily. So basically doing everything I love; volleyball, Crossfit,
other sports, I feel like I am taking a risk which is really frustrating. They
also get very sore, so it affects me when I am using my hands a lot because the
next day I will feel like I can barely move my fingers. That can get hard with
work, but I just have to stretch out my fingers a lot so they aren't as stiff.
“The day I played libero in our rivalry match with my broken
finger is when I came to grips with the fact I can’t change my condition so I
will just have to deal with it the best I can. Now I am absolutely not bothered
by having this condition. It's something I can't let affect me negatively. I
keep learning more about it as well, so that helps with understanding what I
need to do in my future to make it the best it can be.”
When you walk into her high school gym, the place where she now is
guiding younger players toward their own dreams and goals, there is a color
picture on the wall next to football players and other sports illuminati of the
school. At the end, the last picture you see is of Biesh; pony tail defying
gravity, green eyes hypnotized on an incoming serve, and a pair of large black
gloves encasing 10 fingers taped to discomfort.
Above the picture simply says, ‘Biesh.’
The people in our sport…they
surprise you, impress you, inspire you.