A book composed of 21 amazing college essays about different life changing experiences and I was lucky enough to be apart of it. This essay right here is filled with inspiration and I hope it can put some fire into all of you when you read it. Check out my essay right below "I Have to Get Up" .. enjoy.
I Have to Get Up
After so much hard work,
so much planning, I was forced to step back from my goals and especially my
desire. I couldn’t bear the thought of not playing baseball, the sport that I
deeply love. I could not bear seeing myself sit out games. Being the fierce
competitor that I am, it just killed me to know that I was not able to play.
I
remember putting on my knee brace during my injury, forcing myself to run
believing that I would get better in no time if I did. When I tried to run I
felt a sharp pain in my knee like a knife was being pierced inside my knee cap.
I suddenly fell to the ground. I fell so hard maybe the people around me
thought there was an unexpected earthquake here in New York. I just closed my
eyes and went on a journey in my mind. It felt like minutes but it was only
seconds. I thought of my desires to become a professional baseball player and
every negative possibility that could happen if I didn’t get better soon. I saw
myself in Yankee Stadium digging up dirt in the batter’s box listening to the
many different voices of the crowd, the smell of popcorn, my eyes locked in. I
opened my eyes, got up and went home where every step was like torture during
an “enhanced interrogation.”
It seems like mothers have magical powers because they
always know when something is wrong. To take me through this trauma, special words
played a huge part, golden words which came from the person I love the most in
this world, my mother. “Use your head, listen to your heart and in anything you
choose as your career you will succeed because you have that light in you.”
Words can be strong, and in this case they helped soothe the pain in my knee.
Instead of having the feeling of nails being hammered into my knee, these words
helped me take my mind off my knee and think of the sound that comes off the
bat when you hit the ball solid.
I’m a believer that everything happens for a reason, but
also that what you do determines the outcome of that reason. After weeks of
healing I could finally play baseball again, but things didn’t feel the same. I
learned that you can’t only stick with plan A because anything can happen. You
must have plan B and plan C in the back of your head. During the weeks of pain
I learned to cherish time and give it my all. I know that, “you never know what
could happen” because you never know. All the knives being stabbed in my knee,
the pain, taught me discipline and I stored up my eagerness and fire, not only
to play baseball but open the other doors of possibility that I had once
closed. The pain and time made me think of all the great things I can do other
than baseball. Patience taught me in this life there are options we all can
choose from as long as we are willing to take actions. All these thoughts were
influenced by my mother’s words spoken from wisdom which were silver to my ears
and over time through my injury became golden in my heart. Sometimes you need
setbacks to help you realize and learn. It’s like sharpening your sword and
making sure you have the best armor to take on these everyday battles we have
in life. One of the biggest battles in this young life I have lived so far was
my knee and I know there’s a lot more. This was just preparation for more to
come.
Life was making me go through enhanced interrogation, strapped
on to a chair, nowhere to go just to endure the pain and not let up. I felt
like I was being interrogated or more like forced to tell life I would give up
on my goals and dreams. That did not happen, will not happen.