Miracle League Narrative

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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
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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

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