Painful Fun In my sport heads collide, bones break, and blood spills. My sport is rugby. Two years ago I was an average baseball player. Well, actually, subtract maybe two inches, and most muscle. I was a scrawny little sprinter who had never played anything else, other than baseball. Little did I know, soon, a sport would change my life so drastically and become one of my favorite things to do. I believe that there are hidden opportunities for joy waiting to be discovered in any form. I was signed up behind my back, by my “friends”, and I was very discontent. I had already signed up for baseball and did not care for rugby, let alone, know how to play it. Our first practice was in the brisk March air. I could have sworn sweat could freeze before it hit the ground. Never in my life had I had such a grueling practice. Mostly, I remember the smell of the astro turf. The rubbery, cold, manufactured smell that the only other place you smell is in a tire production factory. My first season flew by. But, that summer, and basically through till the next season in spring, I did what I had to do to survive. Get bigger, and get faster. Mostly get faster, seeing that I was not going to transform into something very menacing, compared to the beard growing high schoolers I was going to face. I will never forget the first hit I took in U19 high school rugby. Well actually, I was hitting the other player, but it felt more like he was hitting me. As I sprinted forward, I lowered my body, and pounced at his stomach, but, he didn’t move. Smashing into a brick wall, might have been a good way to describe it really. All around me, I could hear growling, anger,
28 October 2014
I Believe in Summertime
Summer is a time when I am playing soccer, swimming and having no worries.
Being able to be a stupid teenager and do stupid things with stupid teenagers. A time when the
sun is out and I am ecstatic. Summer is by far my favorite time of the year. I spend a lot of my
time traveling and going to music festivals. I believe that summer just isn’t a time where there is
no school, but a time to bring your family together…
A friendly hello once in awhile does not harm anyone. I believe that if you greet a person with a pleasant smile and genuine “hello” and a “how are you doing?” you can make their whole day much better. It is the simple act of kindness that everyone is able to show.
Once while standing in the long line for the checkout at Wal-Mart, I noticed the cashier looked very tired and upset, and all the customers were in a rush to buy their things and leave. It was just a busy day, and rarely a few…
I believe in being kind and courteous to the cashier person at the store. I believe that asking how the sales clerk is doing may help make his work day less boring. I believe sparking a small conversation and making someone laugh is much better than being another customer coming through the day. Working as a salesperson can be a bit boring at times, so I believe when someone addresses a clerk with lively friendliness it can help brighten up their day.
The first time that I felt this way was…
This I Believe
There has only ever been one thing I can truly say I have strongly believed in my entire life; the batman. Now, I’m not saying that I believe there’s a man running around a city wearing a batsuit defeating super villains on a daily basis, but that someone, as long as they put everything they have into life, can be a hero.
Batman was everywhere when I was growing up. He was on my notebooks, my toothbrush, my pajama pants.. I even had a batman costume (cape included) that I wore…
HONOR, COURAGE, AND COMMITMENT
I still remember the day I graduated from Navy boot camp. I stood in formation and marched in ranks during the pass and review. I was dressed in my newly pressed uniform and polished dress shoes. I felt a sense of pride and accomplishment as I walked by the families and friends of not only myself, but of my fellow recruits, now my shipmates. I also remember stopping in front of the upper chain of command, and listening to the Executive Officer of Naval Station Great…
This I Believe rough draft
I don't remember what we were fighting about or why my parents were yelling at me. I don't remember what I wore that day or how old I was or what song it was or even why I was so angry. I do recall only one thing: I remember storming off to the piano, inflamed, and proceeding to bang a song out on the keys. I remember crashing my fingers down into chord progressions, and my anger, amplified through the tune, pulsating like a stereo all through the…
19 August 2013
This I Believe
As a child my parents would ruthlessly implement the fundamental idea of attending church and being a follower of Christ. As each day passed by, it never crossed my mind as to why this was so heavily pressed upon me. Being an adolescent, I would rather play outside with my friends and ignore the confusion of religion. This perplexity lingered in my consciousness for years and it was not until my teenage days when…
horse industry truly is.
Every day I ride, my trainer pushes me to my breaking point which slowly creates the desire to stop for the day, but all she ever says is “Push.”. While riding a horse, I experience a feeling of relief and excitement, and also the burning sensation and exhaustion traveling throughout my muscles. Each minute that passes causes my body to feel as if it were breaking down. By the end of my lesson I feel accomplished and I know how much stronger I will become over time. Riding for…
I believe in World Citizenship
Someone asked me one time why I seem irritated when I hear the question “where are you from”? Honestly, the main reason is that I hear this specific question several times every day. People are always intrigued by my accent and the fact that I know so much about other countries. The truth is, it is unfair to those people for me to get upset because there is no way for them to know that several other people already asked me the same thing. When I do…
This I Believe-
When I was six, I remember fishing with my uncle in a chilly Colorado River. I was growing impatient because the fish were feasting on my uncle’s bait while they treated mine like the green bean casserole at our family’s holiday dinner table. My uncle, three years younger than my dad, lives with lots of love and is the reason I love to fish. He’s an avid fisherman so when his rod tip dipped he made quick work of the small rainbow trout that must have heard the rave reviews about…