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I had that butterfly feeling in my stomach as I was sitting in the front passenger’s seat of my dad’s 2007 pearl Ford F-150, I felt as if I was going into battle…… But I was ready. When I arrived to the stadium it was a very gloomy early April day, rap music was blasting, and the stadium felt like fresh cut grass. I got there I got my try-out number 705, I was excited because my favorite football number is 75, and I thought that that was very lucky.
The old ford lurched off the road and climbed a hill adjacent to the road, only to roll back down and land roof first into the icy terrain. As I was hanging upside down, dangling by my seatbelt, I could feel blood dripping onto my face. I remember the buzzing in my head, my mom screaming my name, but I couldn’t reply. Everything was in slow motion. The firefighters shining light into my eyes, the ambulance sirens blaring, my dad rushing to us after hearing the news.
NIMBY is an acronym that gets used quite often when environmental issues are being discussed. What is NIMBY you ask? "Not In My Backyard"! The thing that strikes me as amusing about NIMBY is that it appears to apply to everybody. Essentially NIMBY can be connected to any issue where people shout for something (such as another sewage treatment plant, another waste dump, wind turbines, or another jail), however then shout much louder when that something is fabricated close to their home. Frequently argued debate points in favor for improvement incorporate higher vocation, tax revenue, and marginal cost of remote development, security, and natural advantages.
My bicep had felt like a million tiny men were stabbing me with sharp knives. My dad told me to go take a break. I ran upstairs in the viewing area, where my mom was sitting.
One day five years ago my father asked me if I wanted to be the water boy for the Milton Hershey School football team. I said, “Yes”. So for three years I was the water boy. I once got cleated in the face. I had to sit down for a little, but then I sprang up as fast as a rabbit.
After building up every bit of my courage, I made the decision to leap from the beet red helicopter. Slowly, the droning sound of the helicopter left my ears. I yanked the yellow and white braided rope with every muscle in my body. When I heard the satisfying whoosh of the parachute filling up with the cold brisk air, my heart nearly left my chest in jubilation. All of the feeling rushed back into my numb legs.
As humans there is a set of things we can do intrinsically and a set of things we cannot do. In between lies an infinite spectrum of things some of us can and some cannot do. Some of these abilities are rare, while others pervasive. Swimming fits in that gray area, but it seems – at least to this native Californian boy – farther on the pervasive side. Everyone knows the secret to effortlessly defying Archimedes’ Principle of buoyancy, yet somehow I was left out.
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Knowing my capability to reach a goal, drives me to change. I had announced at work one day I was going to start weight watchers. A coworker scoffed and said, you will never do it. His lack of faith, motivated a 30 pound weight loss. I decided to make the change and then acted on it.
“I'm looking for a fixer-upper with a solid foundation. Am willing to tear down walls, build bridges, and light fires. I have great experience, lots of energy, a bit of that "vision thing" and I'm not afraid to start from the beginning.” Steve Jobs When I finished the book I decided. Engineering is the way.
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