If there were ever three words to describe my adolescence, the proverb, “nothing lasts forever,” would come to mind. From the advent of age thirteen, my life and my pride have taken a hit time and time again, each time motivating a period of psychological growth. Times change, people change, but memories remain. The road to college has been filled with potholes, but it has me determined to forge forward. To this point, life has been my ultimate instructor, but my grandmother was my first teacher. She provided an enriching environment to learn as a lad, enabling me with the ability to absorb content like few others could at age 2. She watched me grow up into a teen; I watched her fall to cancer at age 13. But still, I was determined to forge forward.
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As early as age 3 and to this day, I have been a fan of the Boston Red Sox. Starting at age 5, I began to immerse myself in the craft by partaking in Hazle Township’s minor league. I played with heart for 12 seasons, through Little League, travel, and American Legion baseball, when suddenly a shoulder injury hindered my ability to throw at age 16. The times changed, and running became my primary athletic focus. I grew up with the game; an injury robbed me from playing the sport I loved. But still, I was determined to forge forward. To this point, life has allowed me to experience a variety of tastes from around the world, but my favorite meals came from my father’s restaurant, Mea’s. Named for myself and my cousins, Mea’s served as the backdrop of my childhood. It was a renowned institution in the Hazleton area, fulfilling one of my father’s lifelong goals and ushering in an era of fruitful work and euphoria for my family. I watched Mea’s open its doors as an aspiring 8-year-old; I watched it close on New Year’s Day 2014. But still, I was determined to forge
As early as age 3 and to this day, I have been a fan of the Boston Red Sox. Starting at age 5, I began to immerse myself in the craft by partaking in Hazle Township’s minor league. I played with heart for 12 seasons, through Little League, travel, and American Legion baseball, when suddenly a shoulder injury hindered my ability to throw at age 16. The times changed, and running became my primary athletic focus. I grew up with the game; an injury robbed me from playing the sport I loved. But still, I was determined to forge forward. To this point, life has allowed me to experience a variety of tastes from around the world, but my favorite meals came from my father’s restaurant, Mea’s. Named for myself and my cousins, Mea’s served as the backdrop of my childhood. It was a renowned institution in the Hazleton area, fulfilling one of my father’s lifelong goals and ushering in an era of fruitful work and euphoria for my family. I watched Mea’s open its doors as an aspiring 8-year-old; I watched it close on New Year’s Day 2014. But still, I was determined to forge