Many of you already know the concept of the hero's journey; that is, the idea that all literature--and for that matter, all of life in general--follows that pattern of the journey.
There is "the call," which is, ostensibly, the beginning of the journey--the reason you start in the first place;
there is the threshold--literally, crossing over from the "known" into the "unknown" (literally or figuratively);
the "challenges or trials," a.k.a. life's little problems, big problems, annoyances, tragedies or inconveniences--in literature--dragons to be slain;
"the abyss"--when you think the whole world is against you and nothing will ever be right again.
Once you get past all of that you move on to "the transformation," or in other words, the "What have you learned, Dorothy?" moment--that moment when all of the suffering and the waiting finally give way to acceptance or riches;
"the atonement"--how have you made peace with what you've learned or become (nobody is ever the same after a journey--the trick is to figure out why and how you changed)
and finally, "the return" (with a gift), where you come back to the only place you've ever known a changed person with a host of knowledge/skills or wealth to aid in all future endeavors.
Basically, all of literature revolves around some schematic of this journey, and if you think about it, all of your lives do too.
Especially at this stage of your high school careers. Some of you have lived lives and seen things you never should have, never wanted to or never thought you would, for better or worse. All of you have been through problems and overcome obstacles and persevered.
My question this week is--how? Your answer is to trace the various moments of your life that you consider a journey--physical, spiritual, emotional, mental--whatever.
How did you do it?
What type of mental, spiritual, physical, or intestinal fortitude did you need to have in order to emerge victorious from your journey?
What was the journey?
Did you embark upon it willingly or were you pushed?
What did you learn? Did it change you? For the better? Or worse?
Did you have help, or "guardians" as they say in Journey jargon?
Tell me about it.
There are many...many "obstacles" or "journeys" that each one of us (humans) went through but, there's always this one journey that an individual went through and can't forget. My journey that left a mark on my heart is leaving my home country and coming to a whole new world that I was terrified of. I came here when I was really young (which is the worst thing ever). I was excited...no seriously, I was but deep down in my heart I WAS NOT. I just didn't get the idea of leaving my warm happy home that's filled with joy and happiness and coming to a new world that I know no one in and who knows if the people there are going to accept me and let me fit in or no. But that wasn't the problem, my biggest problem was Leaving my HOME itself. Just to make things clear I'm a person that loves to stay home and spend a lot of time with my family and to me, family means home and home means family and whatever the place I'm at I like to fill it up with happiness and joy and fun...but doing that in a home that is not in my country, in a home that is not near my family, in a home that is not near my friends and in a home that's very far away from the people that love me was just impossible to me. A kid in my age at the time was not supposed to think if they're going to fit in or when they're going to fit in or how, but I just couldn't stop thinking about it. And to be honest, with me it's a lot harder because if someone showed me or if I felt that someone doesn't want me I will leave and NEVER comeback which was one of my problems too.
ReplyDeleteAnd so I did it! I came here and left everything I love behind (I had to) and swore to fill my new home with joy, happiness and love no matter what. To be honest, it wasn't that bad because people were so freakin nice to us (which I loved) and in school kids were nice to me and everything. My problem wasn’t not fitting in because I easily did, people loved me (thank god), my problem wasn’t not speaking English because I did I was taught how to speak English in my country, and also, my problem wasn’t not having friends because I did have friends, there was no problem...It was my problem...I wasn't comfortable at all. I wasn’t comfortable with the people, I wasn’t comfortable with the culture I’m in, I just wasn’t comfortable with everything.
I had to do everything with my hands tied together and mostly the stuff I didn’t want to do. Sometimes I just wanted to yell at my parents telling them WHO TF ARE THEY TO RUIN MY LIFE LIKE THIS AND TO BRING ME TO A PLACE THAT I HATED...but I couldn't. If I'm sad I will never tell anyone because I don't want them to feel sorry for me. I looked happy, I made it seem like nothing wrong was going on and that everything was perfect...even though it wasn't. Time passed by and I had to get used to it I had to get used to my new cold home, I had to get used to my new friends and most importantly I had to get used to the new life that I was forced to face and learn how to overcome the problems that I have never been through before.
Am I still the same person? Yes. Did that change me? Yes, to the better. Did I learn something? Hell yeah, I learned A LOT of things. For example, I learned that sometimes in life you won’t always get what you want, sometimes you will be forced to do shit you don’t want to do and my advice to you is DO IT but for yourself. If it’s gonna benefit you go ahead do it w/o even thinking about it but if it won’t and you do it then you’re just trapping yourself exactly where you don’t want to be trapped.
Damn Bunje, you made me remember things I did not want to remember but at the same time I would like to thank you because you made look back and see how much I’ve grown and how stronger I became.
I’ve been through some things I feel like they are just a lil too personal to share so I’ll explain another significant journey I’ve lived. When I was 6 I was living in sea isle city, my parents were living together again but on the verge of splitting. Every night I was watching them or hearing them argue. My room was on the third floor and I remember hearing them yell. Because I was 6, I don’t remember a whole lot, but I remember random memories. I can’t specifically remember the mindset I was in, I mean how can I.. I was 6 and didn’t know anything but mommy and daddy shouldn’t be yelling at each other. So when these instances would occur, I would go downstairs, with my towel on my head from my shower, asking my dad to dry my hair just to get them to stop arguing. I would ask them why they fought. But I never got an answer. I learned from then til now that I never want to allow my kids to see me or my partner argue or fight. Now I know that might be very hard to just blind my child from seeing the bad in life because we are humans. I also learned that my parents are humans, they aren’t perfect and they make mistakes. Overall I think that witnessing that from my parents at the time wasn’t the best but I don’t hold that against them. I remember really bad times of them together and I wish I didn’t remember them that way together. I was really slacking in school and I was being put in smaller classes for the main reason of not being able to do homework or really pay attention in class. But over the years of school I’ve accomplished so much. I believe I’ve had guardians to guide me all my life. When I moved back to Hess, I really started to grow a desire to want to learn and become more educated. I had big struggles but to where I am now, I think was all worth it. With anything I go through now, I make sure that if I’m a bad spot I talk to someone, my mom is the one person who knows everything that happens in my life and she gives me really good advice and knows when something is wrong. I try my best to do what she does to me for my friends.
ReplyDeleteA journey can be planned or unplanned but ends the same by learning and using parts or you that have never been discovered. The journey that changed the way I think and act was switching to a private school from a public school at a young age. Private school was a long journey that was a total of 5 years (4th-8th grade) I was only in 3rd grade at the time when I found out. I was forced into learning a religion I knew nothing about, wearing uniforms, accepting discipline and fitting in with the close bonds that were already formed within my classmates. I didn’t choose to make the switch so I had help from my parents but mostly my grandfather who I thanked a ton for pushing me in that direction. For the first year, I felt lost almost every day I went to school. It was okay because the start of a journey is always difficult. As the journey went further and further, the environment of a private school taught me discipline, how to feel confident in making the best decisions and how to reach high expectations as I grew. I became used to the requirements of uniforms, the limits of privileges, the prayers said 3 times a day, the more rigorous academics, and the people. I met a girl who became my best friend and still is til this day (7 years strong!) Switching back to a public school made me realize how much private school was beneficial and what I took for granted.
ReplyDeleteJourneys are filled with challenges and they change you along the way. Once you reach the goal, the blood, sweat, and tears finally pay off. The journey that changed me the most was somewhere between 7th grade to freshman year and maybe even now. I not only began to become my own person, but I also stopped caring about trivial stuff to a degree. The first obstacle was finding something I believed in, especially after realized I had no interest in religion. Not that I’ll ever tell my parents, but they started to give me some room regarding that topic. I’m still harassed every now and then for not believing in what they do, but I definitely prefer that. The next was overthinking literally everything. It was something I embarked on willingly and luckily had the support of my dad. I basically matured and changed my way of thinking so I no longer had huge issues with caring about what people think of me. This journey isn’t over, but so far it changed me for the better. I became more independent and had more influence over my decisions. My friends were also a huge part of this journey. They stay strong by my side and we support each other. With this, I also learned to stop being a bossy ass and let others take the lead for once because they might have great ideas as well.
ReplyDeleteEveryone goes through many journeys that shape who they are. Some are good and some are bad, but for some reason the bad ones seem to stick with us longer. My biggest and longest journey was my parents’ divorce. The process of this started when I was in 4th grade and ended around the end of 6th grade. Even though the court process was done at that time, my parents still decided to fight over their only child. I was pushed into this journey and all my parents could tell me was that, it was for the best. I knew that it was for the best because my parents still can’t be in the same room together, but it was hard at that age to understand it. This event has changed me for the better because it made me learn how to be independent and take care of myself. I learned throughout this how to deal with things on my own, while being there for other people. During this whole process, I had to be the strong one because my mom doesn’t have any family in NJ, so she always came to me. When she would start to feel weak, she would look to me and see if I was breaking down because of everything. If I was okay, then I could see the strength it gave my mom to keep going. Even though I didn’t realize it at the time, my grandma was always there for me. Since she is on my dad’s side of the family, she got lost in the whole “don’t talk to their family because it could ruin our case”. But, she still would always reach out to me to make sure I was handling everything well.
ReplyDeleteI have had many journeys in my life and I feel like one in particular would be great to use for this assignment. PROCRASTINATION. When I was younger I always did my homework and turned assignments in on time, of course when your in elementary school or even middle school the work is easy sometimes extremely easy. But then in eighth grade I started to be lazy when it came to my school work, But don’t get me wrong I still had all A’s and B’s, I was just struggling to turn things in on time and get them done. This is a habit that now looking back on it I wish I would have stopped right there and then, but obviously I didn’t. So going into freshman year the work wasn’t really hard, but I continued my that bad habit of procrastination. I would not pay attention at all in class and turn my homework in late, but since I was a freshman teachers were very lenient and I still got all A’s. Then going into sophomore year I continued this habit even more, but this was when It got a lot worse. In history we had a lot of books to read and would have to give all this information about the books as assignments, and I just wasn’t doing it. By the time I did do it I got 50% credit on everything and ended up getting my first D ever, and the same thing kinda happened in chemistry too. After that I knew that I had to change my habits, and I worked on doing assignments on time and ended up getting somewhat better grades the last trimester. I'm now at the point where I turn almost everything in on time and feel like I completed my journey of ending procrastination.
ReplyDeleteOne of the physical challenges in journey so far was freshman year when I joined the soccer team. It was the first time I had ever played a sport, so it was completely new to me. The first thing that I realized was how much conditioning it was, and I was not ready at all for all the treelines and running. It was a positive change and helped me, though, and I embarked on that myself. One of my mental challenges was finding the motivation to do work. A lot of the time, I'll just want to lay in bed and do nothing, so finding the motivation in high school to do all this new work was definitely a challenge. I'm definitely getting a lot better at this as I progress through high school, so it will definitely help me in the long run. Altogether, I didn't really have a "guardian" to help me through. I kinda just looked to myself for everything and became independent for the most part. This aspect of my journey is where I'm not so sure whether it changed me for the better or worse. Being independent is nice, of course, but sometimes it makes it harder to interact with others.
ReplyDeleteWe all go through things as life goes on, both good and bad. And how we each get through them is a different process for each of us individually. The hardest thing I struggle with on a daily basis is my anxiety. I can’t even recall a day when I didn’t at some point feel extremely anxious. I’m usually always on edge, heart racing, can’t focus. And it doesn’t end until my anxiety says it’s over. It’s hard to find ways to cope with something that is so unpredictable, of course there are warning signs but they won’t tell you how much time you have until you meltdown. There are times more often than not when the only way to feel okay is just to step back walk away and breathe. And I think that coping mechanism is helpful in most situations. Life gets difficult, things come up and become overwhelming. Taking a step back and comprehending what has happened really helps when it feels like the world is crashing down around you.
ReplyDeleteThe embarkation on a journey can be one of the most stressful and one of the most alleviating things a person will ever have the opportunity to face. I am confident that every person in this school has been faced with some type of journey, even if they do not realize it. However, this post is not about other people’s journey that they had partaken, but rather my own journey that I decided to go on. I wrote my occasional paper on it, so I figured I would touch on it again because it is probably one of the most prominent journeys which I had embarked on. So, let us get on with my recollection of my journey of publicly coming out. For starters, how I did it should be pretty obvious if you heard my occasional paper, I literally did it with that paper. However, I did tell a few amount of people both in school and out of school who I felt like I could wholly trust in terms of acceptance, and them not saying anything about it until I was comfortable with the situation. While I didn’t have to use any physical or spiritual fortitude in order to complete my journey, I did have to use a lot of mental and intestinal fortitude in order to emerge victorious from my journey. I used mental fortitude in order to actually be able to speak out to you guys, and intestinal fortitude as I wanted to get my message and my trials and tribulations across perfectly. I did embark on my journey willingly, as I was the only one with the knowledge to push myself on that journey of “self-acceptance”. What I learned from my journey was that most of the people that I know are either really accepting, or don’t let one new revelation about a person change their reputation of that person entirely, especially if it is something which is not negative. This journey definitely changed me for the better, as I feel more at peace with myself now that I have this huge burden off of my shoulders. The guardians of my journey were probably the people who I actually DID tell about my sexuality, as some of they urged me to complete my journey by revealing myself. Not only did they urge me, they inspired me, and thus I am ever so thankful for my guardians.
ReplyDeleteThe portion of my life that seemed like a great climb, was from middle school to high school. My life has calmed down recently, but a few years back it seemed like an emotional roller coaster. If you know me, you know that I can have an attitude and that I especially show my feelings with my face. With this, I mean that I'm kind of a diva. It got so bad that I remember my mom repeatedly saying after an argument, "if looks could kill..." Yes, I definitely am that tough little girl that always says she can handle things herself and is ready to fight some muscular guy that stands 6'5 towering over her. So there's that... I realized that I was constantly bickering with my parents (especially my mom) about stupid things almost everyday. I didn't realize it at first, but it was because I wasn't having the best relationships with my "friends." I was being excluded from my friend group and finding out about events I wasn't invited to while looking at Instagram or Snapchat. FYI, my mom was right when she was saying I was hurting myself and making it worse by going on social media, but of course I didn't listen. So I tried confronting my friends and they would deny that they were leaving me out but it all felt like lies being thrown at me. In 7th or 8th grade there was a period of time where I cried almost everyday after school. I thought I wasn't good enough and then became super insecure. I'm not a small girl and I definitely wasn't when I was younger, so I thought that maybe I just wasn't pretty enough to hang out with them outside of school. I tried to hide behind the little make up I had and knew how to use. I kept feeling worse and worse about myself, and as lonely as possible. Between 8th grade and the beginning of freshman year I lost 20 pounds. I was staying as active as possible, eating good portions, and feeling good about myself. The happier I became, the better my bond with my family became, as well as with the friends that stuck around. It definitely was not an intentional journey or something that I was hoping would happen, but for whatever reason I went through what I did. But because of everything, I now know what I'm worth. I don't have to be friends with people who aren't going to be honest with me or support me in what I do. I shouldn't have to settle for less. Although I was a grade A asshole to my mom, she gave me all her love and would forgive me for every wrong thing I said or did. She overall helped me become a better person. I'm definitely not perfect, I'm very far from it, but I keep learning through the experiences I encounter and those experiences along with the people involved. They're the ones who've shape me into the person I am today.
ReplyDeleteThe thought of high school is terrifying to most freshman. It was even more terrifying for me because not only was I transferring from private school to public school but I was doing it without friends. Coming to school was a challenge everyday. I just had to learn how to break out of my shell a little and God was it terrifying. I’m a very anxious person especially when it comes to being social with people one on one. At this point I felt like I needed to make friends because I was sitting alone at lunch and just not being able to be myself. I’m glad I came out of my shell. Freshman year taught me how to make friends even though not all of them were great I’ve made some pretty good friends and I honestly don’t know what i would do without them. I wouldn’t have been able to get through this w/o my teachers or my four friends from other schools. The beginning of freshman year was really tough and I really don’t like to talk about it but I’m so happy that I got myself together towards the end of that year.
ReplyDeleteThere have been many obstacles and journeys in my life. One of them that stands out was my journey to love myself more and build my self confidence. Although, it isn’t perfect and I am still down on myself at times (as we all are), I have grown to love myself much more. I used to be very down on myself for every little thing. I learned to stop comparing myself with others because there are always gonna be people out there that are prettier, smarter, or better at certain things than you are. I have learned to accept and love myself for who I am despite my flaws. I feel like this has shaped me into the person I am today and made me much happier. This journey helped me discover who I am and what I need to improve on. I need to stop worrying about what others say and trust my gut. I need to become more confident in everything I do, instead of being so nervous and anxious. While I feel my journey for loving myself is complete, the one to build my confidence is still in progress.
ReplyDeleteAlthough there are quite a few obstacles that I’ve had to overcome in my life, I decided to keep this response pretty brief and lighthearted. In the Greek community, folk dancing is a focal point of social gatherings, weddings, festivals, birthdays--you get it. As a child, I was incredibly shy. My parents would have to force me to talk with older kids, adults, and sometimes my own older cousins. With that being said, dancing in front of huge groups of people in a TRADITIONAL GREEK COSTUME, many of which looked like man-skirts, was entiiiiirely out of my comfort zone. It required huge amounts of effort to break out of my shell, let alone show up to practices. The journey began after church when the dance teacher was scouting out new students to add to the group. My mom, ready to jump at any opportunity to break me out of my isolated bubble, quickly signed me up and brought me to the gym at our church. I staunchly refused, but I was no match for mi mama’s determination. I may have been overreacting now that I look back at it, but what can I say! I was young and afraid to step out of my cubicle of comfort! As time progressed, my Greek dance teacher noticed my sense of rhythm and synchronicity, moving me up to the front of the line. This gave me a boost of confidence, and ever since then, I have been so much more open in all aspects of my life. I gladly go to practices every tuesday, start the dancing circles at parties, and flaunt my skills at Greek festivals throughout New Jersey and Pennsylvania. I don’t usually pat my back for many things, but you deserve some recognition on this one, Chris;) My parents and Greek friends were my “guardians” in this case, as they allowed me to become the open and confident person I am today. For that, I owe them much respect, and it goes without saying that I am much happier and social than I ever used to be. Btw, the Greek Winter Festival is at the Holy Trinity Greek Orthodox Church in Egg Harbor on January 25th-27th, so yakwtfgooooo come out to get your gyros and Greek desserts;)
ReplyDeleteMy life has been filled with many mini journeys that have all taught me things and made me the person I am today. One of my more recent journeys was the beginning of junior year. This obstacle was more of a mental challenge than physical one. In past years, I could just kind of chill out and get my work done super fast with no stress at all, but all that changed. This year I was loaded with apush packets on top of other stuff and it really added up. I am also the worst procrastinator on this planet, which didn't help at all. I ended up getting super backed up and stressed out to the point where I never thought I'd catch up. Although luckily, over Christmas break I got caught up and learned a valuable lesson... spread out your work load so that you get everything done on time and can remain stress free. Although I still need to work on not procrastinating, I have gotten a lot better and it has made a huge impact.
ReplyDeleteThere has been so many obstacles in my life that I have tried to overcome. The difficulties that life throws at me kinda makes me stronger. But the most recent obstacle I have had was getting throw my Cousin’s death. He died a year and a half ago but I still cannot believe it. When he died I was so sad and depressed, and I did not want to leave the house. But my mom and dad tried to help me through it by letting my hang out with Jana literally everyday that summer until she would help me forget, or let me talk about it so I don’t explode. But no matter how much I talked about it, I still could not get over it and would just start breaking down. So I decided to just ignore that fact that he is dead, and pretend that he is still alive, I just can’t see him. It was so weird because I know that he died, but I guess I was in a stage of denial. Sound dumb I know but that is how I decided to get over this obstacle and go on with my life. Not the best way to do it, but that is how I wanted to do it. Realizing that this will not work, I have decided to actually deal with his death and getting used to the fact that I will never see him. I am still cry when I remember him and how he died ( I do not want to get in detail ), but I am working on it.
ReplyDeleteI'll always be there for you;)))))
DeleteJourneys and challenges are a part of our lives. One challenge that definitely shaped me to the person I am today was when my dad left our family when I was 2 years old. All the decisions I make today is for my mom and my sister. I wouldn't say that this still affects me today but its definitely one I will remember forever. I knew that throughout my childhood my mom did everything for us. Everything I do today is influenced by what my dad did, I use this as motivation to prove to myself that I am strong and that I dont need him. Yes it might sound like he means nothing but deep down he is still family and he's still my dad. Not being able to spend time with a dad during your childhood was very tough and I'll never experience it ever. Like most people say, everything happens for a reason, I believe that this happened to make not just me but also my mom and my sister stronger. A lesson is learned through all the challenges you face in your life. This challenge not only taught me what not to do, but how quickly people can change.
ReplyDeleteI didn’t want to get too deep in this but I also didn’t want to b.s. it. A journey that I went through was one of the times where I reported a sexual assault that happened to me. I spent an entire day talking to a stranger about the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. I was scared to open up and I feared that I wasn’t going to be believed. After I told the detective what happened, she criticized me afterwards. This retraumatized me, it had a lot of an effect on me. For a while after that I was still in a dark place, I felt worthless and ashamed. After starting therapy, I learned that although I felt like the reporting process failed me, I now had the ability to help other people who could also be going through the same things as I was.
ReplyDeleteAlthough this obstacle has a more recent origin, procrastination was, and still is, a major setback for me. I began this horrible habit sometime during freshman year and, unfortunately, it stuck. While it wasn’t as detrimental in the beginning, its escalation last year began to play with my sleep schedule and this sudden, foreign change played a large role in afflicting me with a cold 4 times in 2 consecutive months. It seems as though my procrastination reached its peak during the first four months of junior year, as I became more accustomed to the lack of sleep and experienced unnecessary stress. This also caused my parents to pester me with the question of how I would manage in college if completing current assignments took an eternity. At the time, as recent as it was, I would simply disregard their words, but I soon realized the truth that they spoke. That and I grew a more avid interest (and love) in sleeping. Knowing that time management is of great importance, now as well as in the future, I began to change my methods for the better. Though I haven’t completely stopped procrastinating, I am slowly improving my ways by making a mental schedule for myself, which has benefitted me physically and mentally; procrastination had taken more mental fortitude than I had anticipated, as I had to fight the “I can do this later” mentality. I embarked on this journey willingly, and I learned that procrastination was more damaging to me than it was rewarding. I am grateful for my “guardian” that continues to help me through this stage, my mom. No matter how late I stayed up, she would support the fact that I needed to complete my assignments, though she would provide me with suggestions as to how I could better manage my time, which helped me to improve.
ReplyDeleteOne journey I have gone through is both a mental and physical one that I had been going through for most of my life in sports. As long as I can remember, any sport(wrestling excluded) in which I participated in, I was always the smallest kid on the team and if not the smallest then pretty close to it. This wasn't a problem when I played sports like baseball and soccer(briefly played the latter). But when I began playing lacrosse, lets just say my size showed. Defender hits drove me further then it did the other players and playing defense I mainly bounced off of people. And it wouldn't have been bad if I was fast but unfortunately my speed lied in endurance instead of full on sprints. So I mentally began to hit harder. I found that if I saw myself cracking the kid in front of me then I could do just that. During the summer, on the travel team that I played on, it began to show. It didn't matter how big the kid was in front of me I'd step in front of whoever it was and try to level them. It didn't always work that way but I found it easier to not bounce off kids and every once and a while i would send some poor soul flying and that was and still is my favorite part of the game. I love trying to hit kids and to be honest I love getting hit(not with stick checks they hurt) Getting thrown a few feet on the field just makes me want to play harder. And finally the physical aspect of my journey came freshman year. After being denied a spot on a travel team according to my size(I was five foot one hundred pounds) I decided to do something about it. Also the coach is the one who told me in the nicest way possible that I was too small and that I could be on the practice squad because he liked how physically I played(they didn't have a practice squad, I was the first member). But anyways what I decided to do was start going to the gym. When my dad was younger he was always in the gym so he said he'd start taking me. We began going and I got stronger and gained some weight as well. And as of now that is where my journey has ended I still go to the gym and I still play for the big hits though now that I play offense I'm normally the one getting hit.
ReplyDeleteIn my life, I haven’t had to go through any major hardships or ordeals. I still haven’t realized my journey, but if I were to tell my journey in the future, I hope I’ll have a soccer journey. I started playing when I was three and my parents and Gabe and Mason have been my biggest “guardians”. Between the ages 3-8 while I was playing rec soccer, my coach had to go to leave our game for some reason, and my dad, who was watching, stepped in to coach for the game. He ended up coaching me and my friends until we were 13 with Hamilton Township Force. While the force, named after Star Wars, was a small little local team, it brought me together with most of my friends I have today. Gabe, Mason, and I were called the trio on Force. We all unknowingly pushed each other every season to be better than each other. We all tried out for the Philadelphia Union together and all made it together, and we all won a tournament in Ireland together. We all moved on to a bigger, more competitive team, but still played for Hamilton Force where my dad still coached us and our friends. I like to believe that if it weren’t for my dad stepping in to coach my rec team when I was still in kindergarten, then I wouldn’t have the life I have today.
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