When life throws you a curveball…
I’ve always wondered what I would do if life threw me a curveball... Would I swing and miss? Would I duck? Would I run away, screaming like a fool? Would I hit it? Would it be a foul ball? A 1st baser? A second? A homerun?
Or would it hit me? If it did... would I recover? Would I let the fear of being hit cripple me for the rest of my life? Would I walk away? Would I ever swing again?
I’ve already faced a lot in my twenty years of life. I’ve had organ surgery, I’ve said goodbye to friends; I’ve seen my family fall apart around me. I’ve lost people special to me. I’ve watched friends destroy themselves with drugs and alcohol. I’ve faced depression. I’ve been terrified for my very life; I’ve been the outsider, looking in.
I haven’t always been strong through it all. But I conquered. I survived. And it’s made me who I am today.
I realize now that I’ve always known the answer to my question: What would I do if life threw me a curveball? It seems so simple to answer now.
I would hit it. And even if the ball is a foul, and even if I throw the bat and trip on it as I run, at least I knew I hit it with everything that’s in me.
And you never know. I could hit that ball and it could be a homerun. But I’d never know for sure unless I took that breath, took that swing, and gave it my all.
What would you do?