I was asked by Mahriya with MyBookyLife to participate in a spreading positivity and smiles post. This great positivity #SpreadSmiles idea originated from Sasha @ The Stylish Dreamer. It is a contest. You can enter here, but I am not concerned with winning anything. I am super excited about sharing positivity and smiles any chance I get. Therefore, I said, “Heck yeah I’ll post something on positivity!” Hence, the birth of this post! I decided to contribute a short fiction writing piece.
Influences to My College Scholarship Journey
My soccer coach speaks, but I hear nothing. I wipe my hands on my slacks and take a few deep breaths in.
Colton nudges me. I didn’t hear my name called. I walk to the front in what feels like quicksand as all eyes are on me.
I thank my coach and look at the crowd. My teammates. Reporters. Fans. All the support I can ask for, except my family.
“My soccer journey started when I was a skinny, clumsy little thing,” I say.
“You still are,” someone shouts from the crowd.
Everyone laughs. I’m too nervous to figure out who said it.
I smile and continue, “Colton shared his soccer ball with me at the park close to our homes. A secret person donated money for me to play soccer and get a soccer uniform. Parents from the soccer team took turns giving me rides to practices and games. If I scored a goal, I heard all of your voices.” I point to my teammates and their parents.
“I never once had a parent at my games, but I never felt alone. I looked up the definition of a family. There are a few. Here’s one. ‘A social unit consisting of one or more adults together with the children they care for.’ You are all my family.” I look at my teammates and their parents again. I promised myself that I’d stay strong during my speech. I had won after all. This is a day of celebrating.
“Over the years, all I cared about was getting better at soccer. I practiced and practiced and practiced. It kept my mind busy, and I had a goal of getting a college scholarship. I was doing great until my dad went to prison. He was the provider for our home. He worked all the time. My mom was an alcoholic who stayed in bed most days. After Dad had gone to prison, she added drugs, more sleep, and abuse. I was at a breaking point. I wanted to die.” I exhale. Silence absorbs the room.
“A few things happened at school that kept me going. Mr. Swint told me that I was a great student. Classmates asked me about soccer. People I didn’t even know smiled at me in the hallways. Then, there was soccer. The rides continued. Many of you told me you were sorry to hear about my father. All of you treated me the same and continued to push me hard.” I rub my hands together and take a moment to gather my thoughts.
“Although I felt invisible in my house, I was like a neon sign outside my home, attracting everything that I needed to get me here today. My journey isn’t a sad story. It’s one filled with hope. I can’t take credit for my soccer scholarship to Standford. You all earned this scholarship.” I hold the attention from my teammates and their parents. “I promise to make you all proud. All of the thank you’s in the world would never be enough to show my gratitude to all of you.”
Take Home Message: We Never Know Which Lives We Influence
Although this is a fictitious story, many elements of it occur every day.
Every day you come in contact with many people. You have a chance to influence each and every one of them. Be generous with your smiles, hugs, words of encouragement, and love. You never know the impact you may have on the lives of others. Be positive. #SpreadSmiles 😀 ❤️
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