For many many years I was always seen as the player the team called on to pull the team out of a rut. To make things a bit more complicated my high school coach had been my coach my entire softball career. He knew how I thought, how i played, and really molded me into the player I am today. I soon graduated from my little league summer softball to the competitive nature of highschool ball. As a freshman I knew I was going to be overlooked.
After about a year my pitching dreams came true and pitched a couple of innings in a game. After that happened I realized that I didn’t want to just play third base and pitcher in order to play more in games. My coach had asked me if I wanted to learn how to be a catcher because my team only had one and she wasn’t going to be able to play next year due to her age. I agreed to try it and I instantly liked it because I felt in charge and in control of the ball. I finished playing summer softball as the main catcher for every
But in my case, in this event failure came though the struggle of confidence of who I was and who I knew I was deep down. This incident dates back to last June, where I start my second season of baseball. My first season is high school baseball, then second season is the travel team i 'm on. See I had a great season with my high school team, we made it to the championship by my hit in the semi final game, that won the game and sent our school to the championship. We ended up losing it in a best of three games but overall that season left a good feeling
My parents are huge baseball fans, so they decided to sign me up for a little league tee ball program in hopes that I would one day play softball in highschool or college. This is comical looking back on it, because knowing me now, softball is one of the last things I can see myself doing. I was very shy growing up however I do vaguely remember making a few friends while in little league, so the social aspect wasn’t an issue. These tee ball practices last for about month until I dramatically decided that tee ball, or any outdoor sport for that matter, simply wasn’t for me. I would not suggest throwing a temper tantrum in the middle of the outfield and running to the bleachers because you can’t take the heat.
I would love to have the chance to play a part in helping someone heal and get back to their normal lives and functionality levels. When I was young I watched both of my parents go through physical therapy after surgery. My father had torn his rotator cuff playing baseball and my mother had slipped on the ice and torn her anterior cruciate ligament. Both recoveries are fairly extensive which gave me plenty of opportunities to go along to their appointments and see what they were going through. For my father, he loved to play baseball and the guitar.
I was so bummed out, and I thought that I would never have that opportunity again. But I had hope that I would get the opportunity, and sure enough a new dance studio opened, and I danced competitive for my team last year! That really made me believe that you should never give up on your dreams
Not only have these lessons prepared me and made me a perfect candidate for this summer program, but also prepared me for the environment of Duke University in the future. When I was eleven years old, my role model, my hero, my daddy, lost his six year long battle with colon cancer and passed away. It was a long and agonizing journey that my entire family suffered through. I did not realize it at the time, but this painful experience had taught me many lessons that most people probably will not learn in their lifetime. One of the lessons this tragedy taught me was that if I could live through something as traumatic as a parent suffering and eventually dying, then I knew that I could get through anything that life threw at me, no matter how
For many kids their goal is to make it to the professional level of play, but the real goal for youth athletes should be to achieve lifelong physical activity and healthy competition. Most of these overuse and burnout injuries would not be happening if all of the coaches gave the proper training, playing time, and proper resting time. I have experienced overuse myself, from throwing repetitively in baseball. I did not go to the doctor or have anything diagnosed, but I could still tell something was wrong with my arm. I limited my throwing as much as possible, made sure I was throwing with the correct form, and iced it.
Half the time I love playing my alto saxophone, but the other half I just want to throw it at a wall. Why, you ask? This feelings only comes around when there is a new honor band or it’s chair placement time. My failure is never challenging myself enough in band in order to get better. Concert band has been a long rode for me throughout the seven years I’ve been involved in it.
The healing took a long time like the doctor said. The incident happened in the summer and I was not fully healed until around Thanksgiving so I missed a lot of Preschool. Once I could walk again I used a small, blue, metallic chair for support for a while to help me get around better. Stairs were an entirely different issue. My dad carried me up the stairs as needed until I was fully healed.