When times get tough and adversity is thrown at you like a curveball all you can do is stay positive and know to never give up. Unfortunately I have had to deal with a couple scenarios where I have been faced with adversity. I have had to overcome my parents being divorced, and a family member who has overcame a drug addiction. That was one of the hardest things I was ever faced with going through middle school, but knowing that there will always be a tomorrow and to not give up on someone has had a positive impact in the end. It has brought my family closer than we have ever been.
Everyone 's at least broken a bone or injured themselves before right? Well this is one of those tragic stories where I unfortunately injured myself. It all started way back in the 5th grade and all my friends and family know I love & play the game of baseball. The baseball season for the little league I play for is about to begin in about 1-2 weeks.
I had to sit on the bench every game. I cheered on my team every second that I could. I did little drills that could not injure me. I could pitch and hit, but I couldn’t play the game I love. Every two weeks, I would have to get blood drawn to check my platelet count.
People don’t realize how hard it is to get past failure constantly. Baseball is known to be a game of failure, meaning that players are going to fail more then they succeed. It is very hard to get over that, if they strike out or make an error they have to let that go and get the next one that comes to them. They have to have a short memory and just learn to let things
I was in my Junior season for football, and it was looking to be a good one. We started off doing well, but we struggled at time, though we bent but didn’t break. We kept at perfect record of 5-0 heading into our homecoming game, and we had just came off a huge last second victory over a top-rated team in the state. I was injured during that game but failed to tell anyone, failure number one. I told myself that I was going to play the homecoming game because we were playing the worst team in the state and figured I couldn’t hurt myself any worse, failure number two.
Here we were the last tournament of the year. We were in the championship. Towards the end of the game I was on third base, we were down one run then the worst hitter on the team came up, Owen. Of course he hit it right to the first baseman. Unfortunately we got second.
It was a inning ending double play. I was starting to feel that we could do this and that we could actually win this game. But we knew it would be difficult without any of our good pitchers being available to pitch. It was the final inning of the game we had our best pitcher on the team out to throw the last inning. We all thought this was going to be an easy win from hear.
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. Transferring from middle school to high school is one of the biggest changes I’ve experienced, my body’s changing as my world is flipped around. New school, new friends and new activities are to come.
I started to realize some dreams were just too big. I couldn’t throw 100 MPH and didn’t have lightning fast speed. I realized I wasn’t going Pro in baseball but the most important thing I took away from it was the life lessons learned. The first lesson is about hard work.
This drought lasted a few years. After winning back to back to back championships in Philadelphia I never won in Florida. I did everything I could putting my health and well-being on the line to help my team but it wasn't enough. High school time was coming up and I couldn't be more excited to play baseball at this level. After all I always wanted to be a professional ball player so I knew this was the beginning.
The score was set 3-5 top third of the 4th inning, our 3 hole up to bat and the count being 3-1 next pitch determined if he was on base or in a full count jam. The next pitch was a ball, meaning he was walked and then took his base and this loaded the bases for me to step to the plate and bat, this was the nerve racking part of sports when your team needs you and you can or cannot deliver on the gift. I had one pitch and the ball was flying further and further until it hit the ground right at the foot of the fence and I was running and the ball was being relayed back into first and then to third where I was running to. The ball meets my leg a second after my foot hit the bag
I take one foot out of the box and let out a breathe I didn’t know I was holding in. I once again looked to my coach Mike for direction and go to take a practice swing. Little did I know the catcher was getting up to pressure Maddy back to first base from her lead. As I was taking my swing I heard a thud, my bat had hit something solid.
The umpire calls, “Strike one!” I thought it wasn’t a strike, but I went with it because I didn’t want to get into a fight. I step out of the box, fix my batting gloves and take another swing the get back in. The next pitch comes and you could hear a “DING”. I swung and hit it down the right field line.
I felt that I was the worst on the team and that because I was so terrible, no one would like me. After only one practice I was ready to give up. I did not want to put in the effort. Fortunately, my parents forced me to continue with the team. I arrived the next day with an intense