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Personal Narrative: The Destructive Torch

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Today I am working with an expeditious and powerful pitcher. As she lines up to pitch I can see that this pitch is going to hurt me even with the protective gear on. I focus on the ball as she winds up her arm with quick movement, and then I close my eyes for a swift moment to think about the possible harm I am going to receive. The mental wall that everyone builds after being emotionally scarred makes many people think that nothing will ever hurt them. They are extraordinary wrong. Even when you believe one hundred percent that the wall is indestructible, never have complete trust because within a second that sturdy wall can be demolished. I can recall a time I thought my wall allowed me to be invincible from emotional pain but I was

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