If there were ever three words to describe my adolescence, the proverb, “nothing lasts forever,” would come to mind. From the advent of age thirteen, my life and my pride have taken a hit time and time again, each time motivating a period of psychological growth. Times change, people change, but memories remain. The road to college has been filled with potholes, but it has me determined to forge forward. To this point, life has been my ultimate instructor, but my grandmother was my first teacher. She provided an enriching environment to learn as a lad, enabling me with the ability to absorb content like few others could at age 2. She watched me grow up into a teen; I watched her fall to cancer at age 13. But still, I was determined to forge forward. …show more content…
As early as age 3 and to this day, I have been a fan of the Boston Red Sox. Starting at age 5, I began to immerse myself in the craft by partaking in Hazle Township’s minor league. I played with heart for 12 seasons, through Little League, travel, and American Legion baseball, when suddenly a shoulder injury hindered my ability to throw at age 16. The times changed, and running became my primary athletic focus. I grew up with the game; an injury robbed me from playing the sport I loved. But still, I was determined to forge forward. To this point, life has allowed me to experience a variety of tastes from around the world, but my favorite meals came from my father’s restaurant, Mea’s. Named for myself and my cousins, Mea’s served as the backdrop of my childhood. It was a renowned institution in the Hazleton area, fulfilling one of my father’s lifelong goals and ushering in an era of fruitful work and euphoria for my family. I watched Mea’s open its doors as an aspiring 8-year-old; I watched it close on New Year’s Day 2014. But still, I was determined to forge
Ever since I could remember, I have always had a great interest and love for the game of baseball. As a kid, I would spend countless hours in the backyard with my grandfather, or even by myself, tossing, hitting and fielding a baseball. When I wasn't in the yard pretending to be Nomar Garciaparra I would watch the Boston Red Sox games on TV with my Grandfather. Even in my early adolescence, as impatient as most are, I had the patience to sit there and watch the Sox.With my eyes glued to the screen with a look of anticipation fixed on my face ready to mimic my grandfather with the excitement of a home run hit or the frustration of Mo-Vaughn striking out. Call me crazy, but I was addicted, even as a young boy, to Boston Red Sox baseball.
Throughout our lives, we make choices and decisions that change our lives and others in positive and/or negative ways. It is these decisions that determine how we will be remembered, our legacy. When I graduate high school, I want to be remembered by the qualities that define me as a person and the good I’ve done for others. Throughout the years, I’ve been often been described by my family and friends as bold, confident, outgoing, and hardworking. Not only are these characteristics important to me, but they are important to my family, as they want to leave a legacy in the name of our family. The qualities I have exhibited are the same qualities past family members have shown and are remembered for. Through always putting out my best effort when it comes to work and school, I have shown my dedication and discipline. Through doing what I can to help others, I have displayed my commitment to world peace, the betterment of the world as a whole, and the yearning to make a difference in someone’s life other than my
Here I stand on the brink of adulthood, a daunting place to exist. I peer over the edge and gaze into a chasm, bright but blurry. I am afraid. I am anxious. But I am hopeful. I am hopeful because I know that my past has defined me, but it is my future that will continue to mold me. As my years as a teenager draw to a close, I find myself reflecting on pivotal moments that taught me what it really means to be a good human being.
Breathing heavily, a million things run through my mind. I’m dying. I can’t feel my feet. My lungs aren’t taking in oxygen fast enough. However, the finish line and the satisfaction of knowing that I had gotten myself through three miles loom ahead. Clenching my fists, I force myself through the indoor track at JCC. The excitement and pride that I feel when I finally achieve my goal is indescribable.
I dreamt of walking on Commonwealth Ave. I envisioned myself entering the Morse Auditorium, books in hand, eager to learn. Ever since I had visited the eclectic city of Boston in 2006, I knew it was the right fit for me. I knew that the city itself, along with the remarkable academic resources that Boston University offers would allow me to grow socially and mentally. Until this day I ask questions on end from my comrades at the BU, impatient to learn more and more about their lives on and off campus. From all the feedback I have received I have come to one conclusion: BU is the place where I will get a rich, broad background in all my studies. BU will give me the foundation and preparation I will need to enter any field of study.
Beautiful young people are the whimsey of nature.Real beauty comes from learning ,growing ,and loving in the ways of life . That is the art of life. These programs leave a passion in me for the pure knowable world and these programs inflame me with a curiosity .Most people complain of fortune ,few of nature ; and the kinder they think the latter has been to them,the more they murmur at what they call the injustice of the former .The truth is ,that nature ,seldom profuse,has distributed her gifts more equally than she is generally supposed to have done.Education and situation make the great difference .Culture improves,and occasions elicit .I believe that enthusiasm will take me further than any amount of experience .Enthusiastic people can
All my life I have always had an intriguing interest for baseball, I started at a very young age with tee ball and playing all the way up until my senior year in high school. Even though I’ve played all these years of baseball, I’m going to tell you about my junior year and our championship run. It all started in the offseason, in which we use to get ready for our season in the spring. In the off season we start with throwing witched turned out for to be my biggest conflict, while throwing in the off season I tore a muscle in my right throwing shoulder which was a tremendous setback for me and my preparation for the season. The doctor started me on a rehab program and lucky shortly after my rehab I was ready to get back out there and prepare for my season.
During my childhood, I grew up in the town of Randolph, Massachusetts. Most of my childhood memories came to be in this town. Throughout my childhood, I had many memories that I still vividly remember to this day; learning how to ride a bike, graduating kindergarten and learning how to read and write. During my childhood, there were days where I felt unstoppable, but there were also days where everything brought me down. Even during these difficult days, there was always a place that I looked forward going to; the baseball field. I began playing baseball when I was about 7 years old; although some people found the sport tedious, I instantly fell in love with the sport. I may have not been a prodigy at the sport, but it was one of the only
A thick cloud of smoke fills the air, the crackle of the debri engulfed inside of the glowing orange flame, with heat radiating off an unstoppable fire. “The most powerful weapon on Earth is the human soul on fire” (Foch). Every fire has to start somewhere, either you build it yourself, or someone else drops the match that will ignite and develop the fire. Many people in my life have dropped the match to start the fire for me, such as encouraging me on the path to become an Eagle Scout. However, I have also gathered my own sticks and materials to grow my fire by successfully overcoming adversity in my life.
Throughout the course of my twenty-two year life, roughly eighteen of those years have been wrapped firmly around sports. From a young age, I was able to experience a vast range of sporting events. Whether I participated or just spectated, sports such as football, basketball, baseball, and golf, have sculpted and driven my life since I was a young toddler, to now potentially having a career in the sports industry. As my knowledge and understanding in the world of sports has grown over the years, one sport began to stand out among the rest in terms of level of enjoyment and potential career choice, with that sport being baseball. From playing tee ball at age four, to skipping school five straight years to go watch the Texas Rangers play on Opening
Over this past year of my life, I have learned an incredibly important life lesson. Life is short. It sounds cliche, but I have discovered that this truth is the most important thing that one can uncover. Life is too short to waste it spending all your time doing something that you don't truly love. From my entire life leading up to my junior year, I had always played football, and that's what I was known for. If asked, all of my friends and family would associate me with one word: football. Because of this going on for so long, I didn't even think about signing up for football anymore, it became automatic for me to spend almost every fall and winter afternoon either practicing or playing in games. This continued all throughout junior high and halfway through high school until I came to a quintessential realization. All that time I was spending at football, I was wishing I was somewhere else.
Some choices I made in the past cost me to stumble. The choices I made in my past experiences taught me a lot. But I wouldn’t change any of the choices I made. Those choices allowed me to become a better person for today and tomorrow. A lot of my actions taught me you can never be a leader if you continue to follow. So I am sharing a few moments in my life were choices affect me and my loved ones.
I had always thought landing a job that would earn me tons of cash was the key to having a fulfilled life. Lawyers, surgeons, and dentists are high-paying jobs I dreamed of having. With money, I would be able to get all things necessary that, I thought, would have me set with my future life. I was heavily focused on the wealth that would earn me an impressive home, a fantastic car and respect from others. Not only for myself, but I could give my parents an easy life by giving them, and others, what I made. When I was in middle school, I knew I wouldn’t be able to land in such jobs because I was so focused on other activities. Two of those activities were math and art. I went with what I thought was logical and studied math, thinking I would
Looming in front of me was something new, a fresh start. Despite being this, it seemed cold and trying, something that sent shivers down my spine. Mixed emotions of uncertainty and optimism had filled my first day of middle school; and as my final year is drawing to a close, I realize that this place-this transitional time in my life- is something that I never want to leave. I created a home away from home, and a family, over the short three years spent learning here. Each school year, from first to concluding, brought new experiences in which have altered my life. These are the things that I am hoping to carry over into high school-my next chapter. Every experience in which middle school has brought leaves me changed indefinitely, shaped for the future ahead.
Of all the people and things that have influenced me thus far has to be the most amazing lady that I have ever met, my grandmother. She’s the kind of person who has thoughtful discussions about which artist she would most likely want to meet in life whether musical or artistic, the kind of grandmother who always had time for her family and the kind of advocate to voice her opinions on the world and life as I’ve come to know it. Growing up with such a strong role model, I developed many of her enthusiasms. I not only came to love the excitement of learning simply for the sake of knowing something new, but also came to understand the idea of giving to family in exchange for a new sense of life, love, and spirit. My grandmother’s enthusiasm for learning is most apparent in living life. I was about six years old when I started to realize this; my grandmother had me and my two siblings join my mother in the new induction to life through baptism. It was at the same church my family had gone to for years and years and the only one that I have ever known to be home to me. It was in the weeks coming to our family event that my grandmother was educating me on the purpose of baptism and the meaning to our lives once we have completed the task where I saw more and more the enthusiasm in her eyes and heart of the importance to not only her but my family, the church family and me in general. I vividly remember her singing hymns to me every night after I asked her how it would feel after I