I made excuses to stay at school longer just to avoid going home. Wrestling became my refuge. The more I wrestled, the less I had to help build. Everyday I moseyed home from practice and began swinging some dumb, old hammer. Crack! My hammer slammed into a two by four. Then it hit me; I had to man up. I was not helping my dad fix the fence or paint a wall; I was rebuilding my house. I had to stop feeling sorry for myself. When I realized that my parents rushed home from work everyday to rebuild the house, while I selfishly hoped for an extended practice, I was disgusted with myself. From then on, something changed in me. Crack! I splintered an old piece of wood. Crack! Another piece of moldy wood hit the ground. I happily flew threw every job given to me. I finished hanging a piece of sheetrock and I was already cutting a new sheet before my father stepped off the ladder. I rushed home from practice everyday and suddenly that dumb, old hammer did not appear so dull
I made excuses to stay at school longer just to avoid going home. Wrestling became my refuge. The more I wrestled, the less I had to help build. Everyday I moseyed home from practice and began swinging some dumb, old hammer. Crack! My hammer slammed into a two by four. Then it hit me; I had to man up. I was not helping my dad fix the fence or paint a wall; I was rebuilding my house. I had to stop feeling sorry for myself. When I realized that my parents rushed home from work everyday to rebuild the house, while I selfishly hoped for an extended practice, I was disgusted with myself. From then on, something changed in me. Crack! I splintered an old piece of wood. Crack! Another piece of moldy wood hit the ground. I happily flew threw every job given to me. I finished hanging a piece of sheetrock and I was already cutting a new sheet before my father stepped off the ladder. I rushed home from practice everyday and suddenly that dumb, old hammer did not appear so dull