My Life.. (FC)

          As my adolescent years goes, I have realized that one thing doesn't go. This thing is what has been holding me back from being who I really am. I am a very shy/timid person when it comes to meeting new people or confronting people. I never understood why. When i look back on my life there are things that if i wasn't shy I would of done them.

          My grandfather has been there for me through everything no matter what it is, and I would take his saying any day. I have been told by my grandfather that I'm shy, but never believed him. He told me that I'm a outstanding grandson, and that I obtained this trait from my mom, but being shy is something that is going to hold me back. It has, and I feel taunted by it. When I'm meeting new people I'm usually silent. As well when I'm being interviewed for a job or internship. I feel that the biggest problem for me is that I would feel like an outcast, and wouldn't be accepted for who I am.

          Being shy has been a nuisance for a while, and i have tried overcoming it. It is not an easy battle to fight since I always have that feeling of fitting in on the back of my head. This is something that I'm working on, and I believe the first step in anything is accepting what flaw I have. The second is telling people what is holding me back from being who I really am.

Baseball (PB)

       Baseball has been apart of my life for a while. Playing with a bunch of friends has been a great way for me to share my love for this sport. It shows great teamwork skills, but it is really a way for us to have fun. Not everything is hard work and no play, and that is something that I had a few problems with. Baseball has shown me that. It thought me that if practice consistently it will soon become second nature. Just how video games are to me. I pick up the remote, and then I get the hang of it.
       In my younger years baseball was something that I took more seriously. I used to play with my dad every Sunday, but after an unexpected divorce catching with my dad on Sundays halted, and so did baseball in general. I was traumatized by what happened, and felt that stopping baseball in general was the best choice to ease the pain. After four to five years, I decided to get back, and enjoy the sport I enjoyed the most.
       Nowadays on a sunny day, and no plans, we as a team get together and just play until we drop. (Not Literally...). Even though fall and winter are approaching I keep grinding everyday to be able to perform my best when spring comes around the corner. Even if it means I have to go to the gym or have to stay home and perform basic drills. Baseball is a sport in which I am very passionate about, and wish to carry on.