Personal Narrative: The Softball Disappointment
The Softball Disappointment It is the bottom of the ninth and I was last at bat. The ball came zooming towards me at a high rate of speed. The vibration of metal meeting leather rang out in my hands. No hesitation was made. I dropped the bat and ran as fast as I could to first base. My coach was telling me to keep going because the ball was fumbled. I rounded third base and my coach motioned for me to take it home with a slide. Down I went. Dust was flying. The crowd was standing and cheering loudly as the referee motions and yells, “Safe!” All I heard was screaming as dust still loomed the air around me. I could manage to see my team going wild, jumping, and screaming. Everyone seemed to be celebrating except me. I am lying on the ground,
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I could not understand how this could happen. My life was going as planned and this occurred. The only thing I ever really cared about doing in life was taken from me. I received a letter in the mail from my first choice school, the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. “Congratulations! We would like to extend an offer for you to join our softball team during the next season with a full scholarship to the program of your choice.” I was so excited. I could not believe they chose me out of all other athletes vying for the spot. Not being able to play was something I was never going to get over. I thought to myself, could I still attend this school even though I cannot play softball anymore? Would they still accept me even though I was broken? I was so torn up inside. I was not sure what to do next. Just then, I received another letter from my second choice school, the University of Maryland at College Park. The letter stated, “Congratulations! We would like to extend an offer for you to play softball with our Lady Terps next semester with a full scholarship to the program of your choice.” All I could do was cry. I was now left with two schools; the only two schools where I applied. I called both schools, informed them of my injury, and was told the full scholarship was under the condition I would come play softball for
I could not understand how this could happen. My life was going as planned and this occurred. The only thing I ever really cared about doing in life was taken from me. I received a letter in the mail from my first choice school, the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. “Congratulations! We would like to extend an offer for you to join our softball team during the next season with a full scholarship to the program of your choice.” I was so excited. I could not believe they chose me out of all other athletes vying for the spot. Not being able to play was something I was never going to get over. I thought to myself, could I still attend this school even though I cannot play softball anymore? Would they still accept me even though I was broken? I was so torn up inside. I was not sure what to do next. Just then, I received another letter from my second choice school, the University of Maryland at College Park. The letter stated, “Congratulations! We would like to extend an offer for you to play softball with our Lady Terps next semester with a full scholarship to the program of your choice.” All I could do was cry. I was now left with two schools; the only two schools where I applied. I called both schools, informed them of my injury, and was told the full scholarship was under the condition I would come play softball for