Living as one of the members of the African American community is tough in this era. The discrimination and profiling that accompanies this label can be challenging at times, but I have made my mark in this group. I am a fighter. I persevere when the storms of racial slurs hit, and I try to disprove these stereotypes. For instance, in a baseball tournament in Saginaw, while I was at bat, the pitcher threw a fastball at my head because of the color of my skin. My coach ordered the umpire to eject the pitcher because he had heard someone in the opposing dugout tell the pitcher to throw at the “dark one”, meaning me. This added to the racial insults I heard from their dugout. I was really insulted that they felt blacks should not play baseball,