Baseball is in my blood. My great uncles and my dad played baseball through all of their young years so I am expected to be an athlete like them. Baseball is more than that to me, I actually love it. From fielding to hitting and losing or winning. It is how I express myself, because I can’t sing or draw.
These quotes shaped the way I thought about both baseball and life in general. I never gave up and continued to work my way out of my slump. As Babe Ruth once said, “[I] never let the fear of striking out keep [me] from playing the game.” I realized that everyone makes mistakes and can’t be perfect. This doesn’t just apply to baseball, but can apply to our everyday lives when it comes to relationships or even schoolwork. Odysseus was mentally struggling when he was on Circe’s island.
For a young baseball player one of the highest goals to achieve is hitting a homerun -for me that was all I wanted. I already achieved most of what I wanted in baseball, and one of my proudest was a no-hitter, but it was no home run. When I first realized how bad I wanted this feat was one night after a practice where all we did was just hit. The majority of my teammates hit at least one homerun that practice, but me I hit the fence but never was able to send one over. The car ride home after the practice was horrible, I was a mess.
Katherine Porter discusses, “So, my dear Lord, this is my death and I wasn’t even thinking about it. My children have come to see me die. But I can’t it’s not time” (Porter 71). Granny is not ready to be taken she does not want to leave her children behind. When it comes to death, no one will ever be ready because it is an awful feeling to know one will no longer be with loved ones.
The look on her face screamed pain and Aaron were just moving in enjoyment. He was so into Mo that he didn 't notice her hands moving around the dresser. I couldn 't believe what I was seeing in front of me, was this shit really happening in my house? This is mom 's husband. This is the man that took me to my first baseball game.
I think Skloot decided to make this chapter so brief to not focus too much on her death. The book is called the immortal life of Henrietta Lacks, not the death of Henrietta Lacks. There is no reason to dwell on her death because the book is about her cells and who she was as a person. Skloot probably decided not to describe the final moments of Henrietta’s life due to the fact that Henrietta was probably in a lot of pain and it was a sad time for her family. Henrietta’s family most likely did not want to talk about either.
One evening over dinner, I began to joke, as I often had before, about writing an essay called “Men Explain Things to Me.” Every writer has a stable of ideas that never make it to the racetrack, and I’d been trotting this pony out recreationally every once in a while. My houseguest, the brilliant theorist and activist Marina Sitrin, insisted that I had to write it down because people like her younger sister Sam needed to read it. Young women needed to know that being belittled wasn’t the result of their own secret failings; it was the boring old gender wars. So lovely, immeasurably valuable Sam, this one always was for you in particular. It wanted to be written; it was restless for the racetrack; it galloped along once I sat down at the computer; and since Marina slept in later than me in those days, I served it for breakfast and sent it to Tom later that day.
The Lottery Throughout our existence we have always been frightened by death and its randomness. We ask questions like, “Why did he die and not her?” or “How could this have happened?” In the short story, The Lottery, Shirley Jackson uses plot, setting, and symbolism to advance the theme that we all have a fear of death and its capriciousness. Jackson uses plot to show death has no boundaries and it is totally haphazard. The villagers are literally living their lives on borrowed time due to the yearly culling as a result of the lottery. Jackson gives us insight to this when she pens, “’Seems like there’s no time at all between lotteries anymore,’ Mrs. Delacroix said to Mrs. Graves in the back row.
“The children appeared before her like antagonists who had overcome her; who had overpowered and sought to drag her into the soul’s slavery for the rest of her days” (Chopin 127). Edna will not allow her self to be chained to its natural and societal titles, and she commits suicide to free it from these definitions. In a final statement as to the universality of motherhood, Edna’s acceptance of death is also a rebirth. Nine months have passed since Edna’s enlightening summer in Grand Isle, and her fetus-self is ready to be delivered. “For the first time in her life she stood naked in the open air, at the mercy of the sun, the breeze that beat upon her, and the waves that invited her.
“Find your passion and make it happen” - Irene Cara “This one is an easy strikeout bud!” my dad would say. “Ball four! Batter take your walk” the umpire called out. After the game my dad would give me his motivational speech, telling me how much he looks up to me for finding love in the game he loved as a kid. Hoping to cheer me up from a bad inning but it wasn’t just a bad inning; I just didn’t like baseball.
However, as I grew older and know-it-all dads began coaching their sons, the same faces who welcomed me, turned their backs. Countless times, I was told to switch to softball. “Baseball isn’t for girls!” one sexist father said to me. No amount of persuasion or bullying could make me leave the sport I loved. Being only 5’3, 135 pounds, I knew I would never be as strong as the boys, who gain strength naturally.
My mother has always told me that nothing good has ever come out of laziness, which has inspired me throughout my life to work hard at anything that comes along my path. For example, when I switched softball leagues I wasn’t considered to be very competitive because I was the new player. I continued to work hard with my new team and by the second season, I started at first base, earned the nickname “Home-Run Hazel” because by the end of the second season I hit five home-runs, and I was also voted MVP of my team. This is a standard that I am still working for in Bettendorf softball that I hope I will reach by next year. This strength has helped me in many of my classes and in all of my extracurricular activities.
Everyone is content with the idea of sacrifice for the well-being of the community, that is, until it is them who draws the black dot. Tessie Hutchinson even joked Bill Hutchinson about drawing his paper, “‘Get up there, Bill,’” Mrs. Hutchinson said, and the people near her laughed” (Jackson 4). Everyone around them even thought it was funny because what are the chances he would draw it, right? But when it was the Hutchinsons who had been picked it was not okay. “‘You didn’t give him time enough to take any paper her wanted, I saw you.