My Father and his Profound Impact

When I was first born, it was not long until my Dad begun putting a baseball mit in my hand. My dad had one vision for my older brother and I, baseball players. He immediately started putting stuff in my left hand hoping one day I would turn into an alright left handed player. Unfortunately for him I turned out to be a right handed thrower but this was still alright for him, as all he really wanted was to watch my brother grow into baseball players and have as much fun doing it as he did. Baseball is very important to my family. My dad and my uncle grew up in a very competitive household where they were always trying to outdo each other in any baseball talent they had. He then went on and pitched at Pepperdine University where he probably did a lot more of baseball than he did of studying haha. My father has helped mold me not only as a baseball player but as a person as well. He has always taught me to make wise choices and work harder than anyone else on the baseball field. If you work hard in baseball, eventually when the time on the field ends, that hard work will carry over into something else and eventually you will be successful. I will never forget when I was about seven years old I told my dad I wanted to quit baseball because I was afraid the pitcher would hit me with the ball. Thankfully my dad instilled in me that quitting because you are scared is never an option. It is always so important that you work hard, and you are fearless when doing anything in life. My father has done so much for me and I could not be more thankful, because of him, I have learned that there is so much meaning in life beyond just the game of baseball itself.