Personal Narrative: Playing On The Baseball Field

I had just finished my freshman year of high school, now playing on my school’s summer baseball team. It was a perfect summer night on the baseball field; playing against one of the teams I disliked the most, Ava. It was always a close game playing them; they had good players who always played hard. Going into the 7th inning the game was tied, three to three. I came up to the plate wanting to help my team win the game. As the pitch came in my eyes lit up, it was a fastball right down the middle. I swung and hit the ball into left field. As I was running to first I looked up to find where I had hit the ball. I watched it bounce off the top of the fence and come back into the ballpark. As I came around first base my coach was yelling at me to go to second, but as I stepped on the bag I felt a sharp pain in my left foot. I kept running but not very fast. I made it to second, and when I got there my foot hurt incredibly bad. The next batter was able to get a base hit, and I scored from second, even though my foot was killing me. After the game, I told my coaches what had
Baseball was all I cared about at the time. After sitting on the bench all fall I realized how blessed I was to be able to do what I love. Until then I took for granted all of the little things in life. Being on crutches for 11 weeks made me appreciate the ability to be able to simply walk, let alone play a sport. This experience was the most humbling thing I had ever been through. I feel like it brought me closer to God, thanking him for every moment I get to spend on a baseball field. To this day when I step on the field I thank the Lord for letting me play. This incident also showed me how fast He could take baseball away from me, or anything from me. From those few weeks forward I do my best not to take for granted what the Lord has given me, making the most if every opportunity I