Personal Narrative: The Forces That Shaped Me

I really didn’t want to bat because I was not good at battings at the time. I could hit the ball if I was having a really good day. I still didn’t want to bat but as soon as I got up to the plate I knew that I was ready to play some ball. As soon as the ball hit the bat I could hear a ding from the ball and bat. once I got done I was running my butt off to first base. But all I could hear was my grandma yelling her butt off for me to get to base. Right as I got to first base I knew that I could not get out because if I

I was playing center field waiting for those flying balls to come straight at me so I could catch them to get the players out. The girl that was batting hit the ball so hard that it sounded like she broke the bat. The ball was about thirty feet in the air and I shuffled backwards to see if it was going behind me sure enough it was. I sped up my speed to keep in sync with the ball, I put my glove out in front of my face and with a lot of force the ball landed right in the glove. The crowds started to cheer, and so did my team mates. I threw the ball to second base and got the runner out on a double play. The crowds cheered and roared with excitement. The game passed quickly, and we were in the last inning. Our team was the last to bat. The bases were fully loaded. The crowd cheered for a beautiful hit. It was now my turn to bat. My chance to show everyone that I improved. As I was walking my team mate shouted, “You got this, Andre!”. Then all of a sudden everyone started to chant and scream my nick name. This brought tears to my eyes because they all believed in

I threw the first pitch and 5 minutes later “Strike 3,” the ump said! I was 0-2 with an RBI and I pitched 4 inning shutout. The next day we played at 10:00 and 2:00. I woke up and got ready. We were late to leave.

One day during a baseball game when I was 9 or 10, I remember that it was the last game of the season. It was a pretty long time ago, but I remember it better than most of my other baseball games. This game was against one of the top tier teams in the little league known as the Red Sox, as we tie the game to 4-4. I sat there, sweat running down my head as I see that I needed to bat because I see my teammate on deck. I start looking inside of my bag, as I find my only pair of my baseball gloves. Now this is when I get

Our first time batting was always the most rough. We ended the inning one to zero. The rest of the innings flew past and before we knew it, it was eleven to six. We were winning by five runs. All of us were exhausted and I had switched to catcher so our other catcher didn’t overheat. It was another round of easy outs. We were at the top of the batting order, meaning I was fourth to bat. Our first three got on base quickly, and soon enough I was up. I stood at the back of the box and got in position. I knew what kind of pitch I liked and I would go for it.

It all started with softball. It was championship game, we were playing Hessville. Everybody's hearts are racing as we fill up with fear and excitement. It was 5 - 4 we were winning, with a girl on third. “Bing” the ball hit to me at shortstop. I run up to it and throw it home, as I stand in fear waiting to see if she is safe or out. The ump looks and says “she's out” as everybody is cheering. Then they call the name of the next batter.

Seven years ago on a warm summer day I was nine years old and ready to play my first little league baseball game. As I walk up to the batters box with my grey pants and red shirt I stared down the pitcher with a death stare. The first pitch came in and was a ball high, the next few pitches thrown lead to a 2-2 count. In my mind, I was sacred, but physically I wasn’t. When the fifth pitch came in I made contact. I had no clue I hit it until the third base coach was screaming at me to run. It was a good solid hit that got me to first. As I was running to first I had an amazed look on my face. Three outs later we were playing defense and I got to play right field. It was kind of boring until in the last inning of the game a fly ball was hit my

What defines me is my drive to help people, and the adrenaline and mental high I get from doing it. I can accredit this to my Aunt Rhonda who was a Emergency Medical Technician (EMT) During my early childhood. I remember her letting me sit on her lap after she got back from a long weekend of volunteering, and me marveling over her stories of the shift. By the time I got to elementary school, I had started carrying extra band-aids in my backpack so as to save the life of a possible wounded classmate. When I got into middle school, I was familiar with the first responder standards of care and had my own basic medical bag. I spent my weekends reading “Grey's Anatomy” and watching endotracheal intubation demonstrations on youtube instead of doing my homework. But everything I

One aspect about myself, that goes unnoticed in my life is my determination. Determination has been a trait of mine for the majority of my life. Both my mother and father are very determined people. Having them as my role models growing up, I always wanted to one day be like them. I personally believe this is where my determination aspect came from. I don’t think that I was born with it, but rather developed it because of the people I was surrounded by in my life.

I remember a past experience that has influenced me to how I am today. I used to be afraid of heights until I went on an airplane. It had been my first time to ride an airplane and be in the air. When I first stepped on the plane I was very shaky about going. When the plane began to take off from the airport I was very nervous. We were up in the sky and I wanted to be back on the ground in a few minutes. It took a few hours. When we landed in Georgia we got off the plane and got our items.

After reading your response I realized I was not completely clear on my point of view. I have noticed this before and am working on trying to be clearer when writing. I also am trying to find a balance when giving details with my explanations. It is a find balance that I am still learning, in the past I have gone off topic because of my detail or long explanations. This is something that I am constantly working on and is not easy. However, when I receive feedback like this one it helps me find the part of my journal that I need to fine tune. I appreciate the time you took to read and give a meaningful response and not just tell me you agree. Yes, I do like people agree with me because I am only human. But when I receive a response like your,

For six years I have battled an ongoing illness. It has affected every aspect of my life. At the roughest times I have had to leave traditional school and attend virtual school or do my classwork in the hospital or at doctor offices. It took a toll on my GPA, my social life, and how I had previously led my life. I could no longer play lacrosse or softball. My family dynamic changed and revolved around doctor appointments, hospitals, testing, treatments, and medications. I had a choice to make give up or overcome.

Finally it was my turn up at bat the score was 5-4 we were down by one and if we lost we would get kicked out of the championship and we would lose. My palms gripped the bat tightly and I was in motion constantly. The pitch was thrown and I heard the words ball. I heard the word 2 more times. The count was 3-0 3 balls no strikes. The 4th pitch was about to be thrown I gripped the bat tightly as if I was holding onto the monkey bars at school. Then the pitch was thrown I choked on the bat lifted my foot and I heard a smack. The umpire yelled ¨homerun!¨ . After that me and my dad celebrated with a grill out I helped him with the burgers and I loved the sound of the grill pressing up against the dark brown meat.

I had played softball for almost nine years. On the night of October 18th I was catching in a scrimmage. Looking around I could see my teammates standing in their designated positions. They were all standing in ready position waiting for the ball to be hit. It was the second inning and I watched as the batter walked up to the plate. She kicked at the dirt making dust fly up and hit me in the face. She set herself up and was prepared for the pitch to come. I looked towards my coach to get the sign for what pitch to tell the pitcher to throw. My pitcher was throwing a lot harder than usual. She threw the pitch that caused the largest downhill fall of my life. It was a foul line drive that tipped right off the top of the bat and straight into my head. I remember the slight sound of the ball tipping off

Before we knew it school was starting, and I finally got to play on the high school team with my brother. It just seemed excitement was in the air from the first day. The games started and we were playing good, stacking up the wins. Our first game of the season was at Achille, and I hit a homer while my brother was on base. It was a great feeling to watch him score on my hit! Before long, people were saying, “you better not sleep on that combo!” We had always lived and breathed baseball. I quickly became the second best pitcher on the team running a close race behind my brother. If he was pitching, I