Posted on March 23, 2012
There are two cleats hanging above my door. Why? Let me tell you a story.
After an arm surgery my freshman year of baseball in college, I walked into my coaches office and told him, “I just wanted to let you know I am going to give it everything I’ve got, and you’ll never have to doubt that I am doing my best.” He said okay, and I went through spring training just making major strides. But the pain came back, and I had to make a big decision.
I walked out of his office, hurting but head held up high. It was time to hang up the cleats. My cleats are hanging above my door because it reminds me how lucky I am to be doing what I am currently up to. They remind me when I go to the gym that one day it could all end, so lift like you are going to have to stop tomorrow.
My cleats don’t just remind me of that, but of all the times where I built my character and the memories I have of playing catch with my dad in the yard, hitting a ball to my dog, and being on the mound staring down hitters. They remind me that if you set your mind to be something, and put your heart into it, you can be anything and anyone you want.
Those cleats will always hang above my door.