“There’s two balls three strikes on Javier Hernandez”. “There are two outs and it's the final game of the World Series ”. “The pressure is building up”. (Soon enough the pressure made Javier have flashbacks from when he was a child). My parents were very hard workers and worked overtime often to keep the family going. They always gave me the courage and materials I needed to be successful until they couldn't do so anymore.The lord had took them away from me and I was with them at the time. They died when a semi-truck flipped over our car and crushed their bones. I heard their bones crushing and their screams filling my ears with terror. We were rushed to the ER immediately. They ended up dying that day. My grandparents told me that it was
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We lived in a single story house that was musty but I soon learned to live with it. The city was filled with gangs and police all over the place I always wondered why. My grandparents told me to never be in street gangs and I listened out of fear of stories that they told me. Every night we would hear gunshots and police sirens echoing through are house. My grandpa tried to play with me to forget everything around me. So he introduced me to the sport that would soon be my revolving around my life.
I remember the first time I picked up a baseball I felt my heart pumping and my adrenaline flowing through my body and I knew it was something special. My grandpa showed me how to play because my cousins wouldn't allow me to play thinking that I would make them lose the games. They also told me that I was too small so my grandpa played with me and told me one day if I keep trying i'll be better than all of them. I loved it ever since. Since I lived with him, he played with me 24/7.Each time getting better and better. He prepared me for high school so I can be the best one on the team. I was 4 foot 8 when I was in high school. It was a horrible experience for me.
I got bullied everyday. I just had to survive it , but the memories taunted me to this
We lived in a single story house that was musty but I soon learned to live with it. The city was filled with gangs and police all over the place I always wondered why. My grandparents told me to never be in street gangs and I listened out of fear of stories that they told me. Every night we would hear gunshots and police sirens echoing through are house. My grandpa tried to play with me to forget everything around me. So he introduced me to the sport that would soon be my revolving around my life.
I remember the first time I picked up a baseball I felt my heart pumping and my adrenaline flowing through my body and I knew it was something special. My grandpa showed me how to play because my cousins wouldn't allow me to play thinking that I would make them lose the games. They also told me that I was too small so my grandpa played with me and told me one day if I keep trying i'll be better than all of them. I loved it ever since. Since I lived with him, he played with me 24/7.Each time getting better and better. He prepared me for high school so I can be the best one on the team. I was 4 foot 8 when I was in high school. It was a horrible experience for me.
I got bullied everyday. I just had to survive it , but the memories taunted me to this