My father always tells me I am still young enough to dream. He is 68, and I am 18. He wants to live long enough to see me play professional baseball. So much lies in between that day and now; I see a college program as the only way to continue my development. I am described by those who observe me as a tortoise- I have continually improved my skills, and I remain in the race, to win.
I do realize the importance of contingency planning, and my interest in Civil Engineering will serve to back-up any deflated baseball dreams. But true to my name, the race is a long one, and I am in it to surprise the hare. God knows the end, and I trust Him to lead the way.