Being involved in the community will change ones life. It was my senior year in high
school until I realized what happens when one gets involved in their community. Being involved
in the Miracle League not only helped the kids, it helped me as a person. I still remember the first time I went to the Miracle League. It was a tradition of my
baseball team to go to the Miracle League once a year. I was nervous, and did not know
what to expect. It was a steaming hot Saturday morning the day we went. I could feel the joy in
the air as I walked in the park. I walked up to the front desk and received my name tag. There I
was told that volunteering at the Miracle League was a huge contribution to the community. I did
not fully understand what she meant until later that game. We walked to the dugout and were greeted by crowds of kids wanting to be our "buddy." The joy on their face made me realize what hanging out and playing baseball with them really meant. I was choosing to be Jacks "buddy" I said, "Jack your up, hit a homerun!!" He looked back at me with a face that showed pure happiness. The crack of the bat sounded, and we ran. He would only run the bases if I held his hand, so we sprinted around and scored. As the game ended and we left, Jack was upset because he had so much fun, and now it was over. At this moment, I understood what being involved with this program did for the community. I felt a responsibility to become a regular at the miracle league and volunteer my time. The next week I went back to the Miracle League by myself. I met many new players,that welcomed me with warm smiles, but Jack wanted me be his "buddy." As we waited for the game to start, the press box played music and we danced and threw the ball. I felt like a kid again. The game was about to start, and we were excited. As I went to go get Jack and I some water, he introduced me to his friends. They were overwhelmed …show more content…
The park was crowed as everyone cherished his last game. It was a special moment, the kids felt like rockstars.Their laughs and smiles brightened up my day. "Darryl!" I turned around and saw Jack racing full speed towards me. He gave me a high five that stung my hand, and we talked for a little while. The game was about to start, so we headed towards the field. I could smell the popcorn in the air, and Jack said he wanted some so I bought it. "Today 's my last game" said Jack "are you coming back next season?" Without hesitation I said "yes!", he was jumping with joy. After the game was I grabbed him a drink and a slice of pizza. The sound of them playing and enjoying life was awesome.I felt a tap on my shoulder."Are you Darryl?" I turned around and said "yes ma 'am." She went on to introduce herself as Jacks mom. She told me how this program helped her, and how much jack looked up to me. It made me feel good. Later, we all took pictures together and said our goodbyes. Jack didn 't want me to leave, but I told him that I 'll see him next season.Volunteering with the miracle league was life
school until I realized what happens when one gets involved in their community. Being involved
in the Miracle League not only helped the kids, it helped me as a person. I still remember the first time I went to the Miracle League. It was a tradition of my
baseball team to go to the Miracle League once a year. I was nervous, and did not know
what to expect. It was a steaming hot Saturday morning the day we went. I could feel the joy in
the air as I walked in the park. I walked up to the front desk and received my name tag. There I
was told that volunteering at the Miracle League was a huge contribution to the community. I did
not fully understand what she meant until later that game. We walked to the dugout and were greeted by crowds of kids wanting to be our "buddy." The joy on their face made me realize what hanging out and playing baseball with them really meant. I was choosing to be Jacks "buddy" I said, "Jack your up, hit a homerun!!" He looked back at me with a face that showed pure happiness. The crack of the bat sounded, and we ran. He would only run the bases if I held his hand, so we sprinted around and scored. As the game ended and we left, Jack was upset because he had so much fun, and now it was over. At this moment, I understood what being involved with this program did for the community. I felt a responsibility to become a regular at the miracle league and volunteer my time. The next week I went back to the Miracle League by myself. I met many new players,that welcomed me with warm smiles, but Jack wanted me be his "buddy." As we waited for the game to start, the press box played music and we danced and threw the ball. I felt like a kid again. The game was about to start, and we were excited. As I went to go get Jack and I some water, he introduced me to his friends. They were overwhelmed …show more content…
The park was crowed as everyone cherished his last game. It was a special moment, the kids felt like rockstars.Their laughs and smiles brightened up my day. "Darryl!" I turned around and saw Jack racing full speed towards me. He gave me a high five that stung my hand, and we talked for a little while. The game was about to start, so we headed towards the field. I could smell the popcorn in the air, and Jack said he wanted some so I bought it. "Today 's my last game" said Jack "are you coming back next season?" Without hesitation I said "yes!", he was jumping with joy. After the game was I grabbed him a drink and a slice of pizza. The sound of them playing and enjoying life was awesome.I felt a tap on my shoulder."Are you Darryl?" I turned around and said "yes ma 'am." She went on to introduce herself as Jacks mom. She told me how this program helped her, and how much jack looked up to me. It made me feel good. Later, we all took pictures together and said our goodbyes. Jack didn 't want me to leave, but I told him that I 'll see him next season.Volunteering with the miracle league was life