This picture is black and white of young boy called Flavio, feeding rice to his younger brother Zacarias. My first impression of Flavio’s archive was that it seemed to be a very sad story. This photo shows the horrors of poverty and Flavio’s strength to survive, and even the courage to accept death without even thinking about himself but of his brothers and sisters. I did some research and found out that Flavio is a 12-year-old boy who has the huge responsibility of being an adult. He is able to accept this responsibility while still remaining vibrant and hopeful even though Flavio is suffering from a physical illness, poverty, overwork and worry.…
Curt Cody Thorne Memorial Football Scholarship Football was, is, and always will be the greatest sport on the planet. Playing football at Tiger stadium is nonetheless the best feeling ever. When you walk out of the tunnel and see a crowd you begin to get a tingle that you can not control and focus on one thing, the opponent. One thing you have to be able to handle as a football player is adversity. I have played varsity football since I was in the ninth grade and have overcome many things.…
The evocative narrative focuses on country life, friendship, and the joy of it being Christmas season, and it its gently yet sad touch on loneliness and loss. While the main character, Buddy loves his older friend (cousin), the mood of sadness colors the short novel because they are friends circumstantially in that while the other adults are too busy for them. The author shows that there friendship develops in tenderness, but overtime they can’t stay together because will have to leave to go to the military. The theme would be the difference I the age of their friendship, and loss of Buddy going away to the military.…
It was a glorious day for Browns fans as they witnessed something that hasn’t occurred since 2007, a victory in Baltimore. It was a rare sighting, but Cleveland pulled off the stunning upset in an overtime thriller. At first, it didn’t look to good for the Browns. After three and outs from both teams, the Ravens struck first.…
I started playing baseball when I was 7 years old and at that time I was actually playing T-Ball. For awhile I played baseball for a place called Twin City. While I was at Twin City I had mostly played the second base position. Twin City was an alright organization because they didn't have players with the best attitudes. Those players with not so good attitudes affected our teams ability to win.…
"A life is not important except in the impact it has on other lives" yes it is me Jackie Robinson the man who has come from beginnings that some might of gave up on but not me. I was born in Cairo,Georgia in the year 1919, now growing up I didn't have the best childhood but my mother Mallie still loved me and my four other siblings. Wish I could say the same about my dad Jerry but for him work came before family so he didn't have much time for the five of us not even mother, but I didn't let that get me down. I still went out with my older brother and played ball with him, I remember when myself and him went to the local baseball field I came to watch him and his friends play but they were short a man weighing their options they decided to…
It was springtime during the year of 2012, I was just about to start my summer. I was looking on the internet for sports to do in Kaneland, because I wanted to compete at a higher level. But I was not always comfortable with playing on a travel baseball team, but I knew this could be a great opportunity for me, so I took a risk and after all it, payed off. I asked “Dad would you think I would be able to compete and play on the travel baseball team” He smiled “Yes, but one thing I learned when I was young and playing baseball is; it is a game of mistakes, and the only way you can succeed is if you practice over and over to improve.”…
McKeesport isn't one of the greatest places to live. In fact, it’s probably one of the worst in Allegheny County. After the decline of the Pittsburgh-region’s steel industry and the influx in gang activity, McKeesport became a cesspool of death, poverty, and demoralization. I moved to McKeesport when I was three. Growing up, McKeesport was always a depressing and discouraging environment.…
The town I grew up in was Charlotte, Vermont; it is located about 20 minutes away from Burlington, Vermont. Charlotte was tiny population sized compared to Burlington even though it was much bigger geographically. It was a small town, but it was an amazing place to grow up. Growing up…
I step up to the plate-palms sweating, heart racing. Two strikes go and now I know I have to hit the next one. The pitcher winds up and “crack!” I’m off to the races.…
My summer started off fantastic, I was sleeping in, I was hanging with my fiends, I was helping my dad on the farm and, and playing baseball. I wasn't really worried about school, I was more worried about football. Everyone was telling me that the first 2 weeks of football were going to suck, they were saying that we were going to have to condition a lot. The main thing everyone was talking about was that we had to lift a tone. I kept thinking to myself, why am I doing this, than it hit me, I have to be doing it for a reason, if there wasn't a reason I wouldn't be doing it.…
“We will survive” The Colvin family before I tell you about the Colvin I would have to tell you how we became the Colvin’s. My father is the late Rutherford Colvin, who was the son of the late Mr. & Mrs. Rev. Garfield Colvin they lived in Bay City Texas. My grandfather was a Methodist Minister and had his own church where visit every time when to see them. My grandmother was the first African American school teacher in Bay City High School.…
About two years ago, I moved to Grass Valley, CA. Truly I tell you, this was a brand new experience. My whole life was centered around the city of Elk Grove, my previous city. My friends, family, and everything were there. The day I moved was exciting, a chance for new experiences, but at the same time I felt something new: pain.…
My recurrent shoulder dislocations were a constant battle, but a battle in which I’d always won. After a dislocation, all it took was a couple weeks of physical therapy before I could return to the baseball field. Although, after my fifth dislocation I ended up sitting in the hospital awaiting the results of my MRI with an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. My surgeon soon returned with news that my injury required a season-ending surgery. Thus, I had a Bankart Repair on my throwing shoulder, and afterwards, although devastated, I supported my teammates from the sidelines for the entirety of the season.…
I moved forward in my seat to look outside the window of the school bus. The trip to Harlem Valley, NY to visit the McEnroe farm was entertaining. Nevertheless, two hours of card games, lots of singing, and a ton of laughing still had me looking at my watch every twenty minutes. Out of all the trips this June, the McEnroe farm was the one that I was looking forward to the most. Five hours, in total, worth of driving and waiting wouldn't lead us to somewhere I would be bored at.…