I am a BALL PLAYER, a SON, a BROTHER, and a FRIEND. I have been playing this game since the age of 4. This is where I heard my parents cheering for me and where I scratched my way to the ball. I literally scratched my way . My mom tells a story of how I would be out on the tee ball field running all over the field and scratching my way for the ball. Then one day she hears a parent say, "someone needs to cut that boys nails, as he keeps scratching my son." I mention this not because I condone scratching, but because this is how I have had to get through my young life.
At an early age I struggled through school, but baseball was always there for me. I could have a bad day in class feeling as if something was wrong with me and then walk out on the ballfield, where I would just play. And have a great time doing it! Through years and years of this, my life FINALLY took a turn when my parents had enough of fighting with the schools in regards to my education and had me tested for Dyslexia. And yes, at the end of my freshmen year I was diagnosed with Dyslexia. I actually was relieved because now I knew what was happening and could use all the coping skills I had developed to turn it all around.
I am a BALL PLAYER. I knew that no matter how bad a day I was having I could go out on that field to throw the ball, hit the ball, and catch the ball. That if I took care of the "field" then it would take care of me. Yes, my brain learns differently, but because of this I am able to focus in on what I may need help with to make me a better BALL PLAYER, COLLEGE ENGINEERING GRADUATE, and HUMAN BEING. "For the Love of the Game."