Brainstorming

Brother Fights the Bully- When I was young in Elementary school my brother and I would always walk home from the bus stop together. One day the neighborhood bully, Johnny started giving me a hard time. This verbal abuse continued untill I got home and into my four wheeler. Johnny soon decided that this four wheeler should be his and tried to take it. My brother, one year older than Johnny, comes flying down our driveway. Catching Johnny offguard, the only thing that he could do was run. This childhood scuffle has always shown me the undying love that me and my brother share. No matter how gay that may sound. He is my brother and I would do anything for him and him the same for me.

Soccer Training- I was never very good at sports and soccer was no exception. I spent most of my early yeards on a bench on a losing team. This can speak volumes about my pride and childhhood disposition on things. I didn't believe in myself at all. Until I met Scott. Scott was my soccer trainer from the beginning of seventh grade to the end of my High School Sophmore year. I give him the credit for helping me become the person I am today on and off the pitch. He helped me believe in myself. He made me feel like anything was possible. That things could go your way if you work for them. Scott is the reason that I was able to make the Freshman Soccer team and be a starter on the the Varsity team the year after. Scott made me a better person.

Saving the Hawk- Ever since I was little I've had a respect for all life. I was always scolded for picking up the spiders and roaches in my house and taking them outside rather than the alternative of reaching for the raid. However the time I was able to save a hawk is forever imprinted in my mind. I was on my way to a lifegaurd meeting when a hawk flew into a semi truck's side. He careened into my lane and I proceedded to swerve out of the way. Without thinking I ran up to the animal who was in a panic in the middle of the road. I picked up the bird and proceeded to hold it in my arms. I was able to call my mother who came and drove me to the wildlife center I had worked at the year before. That bird and I exchanged glances for nearly 45 minutes in the car. He just looked at me with a look I still cannot describe to this day. I called a couple days later to find that the bird was suffering from dehydration and slight loss of vision in one eye. It was released a few days later. This experience gave me a newfound respect for everthing living around us. I guess you could call me soft hearted for the animal population.