My life was ever changed the moment my aunt succumbed, five months after my tenth birthday. My mind endured a state of shock, disbelief, anger, for I refused to believe such a large portion of my life was seized from me, to be forever absent. I soon began to contemplate the significance of my life and what its purpose was.
I found my answer.
I learned that life is full of opportunity, yet that opportunity can be squandered much quicker than it is presented. There are very few, minute windows to achieve greatness, for humans have no right to live, it is a luxury. When someone like myself is presented with a road to success, living in a first world country, being handed economic stability and proper education, he or she does not have the choice, but the responsibility to make a positive impact on this world.
After this realization, my mindset towards sports, school, and life changed dramatically. A survival instinct in my body was forever turned on to cope with the real horror that no matter how hard I work and strive to achieve greatness, it may never be enough. This fear sticks with me, as with everything I do, I think about the opportunity that I am presented with, not the obligation to do it. Every day I push myself to be greatest athlete, student, teammate, brother I can be and do not accept anything but success, regardless the extremities I must take to do so. Concerning baseball, I pride myself with knowing that I have outworked every player I step onto the field with, aware in the back of my head that there is always someone working harder. I refuse to allow my teammates to give anything less than their best, be anything less than their best. I aspire to be nothing short of the greatest player to ever play the game of baseball, I refuse to be anything else. More importantly, I do everything in my power to help my team win baseball games.
Additionally, I take this competitive attitude to the classroom. I treat fighting for the number one rank in the class like fighting for a position on the baseball diamond. In the classroom, like on the field, I am selfish in the sense where I care about my learning and development as a student athlete while still valuing the growth of the people around me.
I am religious to the weight room, I am religious to sweat, I am religious to exhaustion, I am religious to tears.
Any coach that I play for is receiving a passionate, confident, persistent young adult determined to lead his group of young men to be successful in life both on and off the diamond.