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| I love being part of a team, someone you can always count on. I started playing softball when I was six. I grew up on a team, playing for a team, loving a team. Little did I know, that five years later, I lost my family, because of one girl. She hated me, was mean to me, bullied me, and got away with it. My best friend left because of her and then instead of being the popular girl in elementary, I turned to the outcast. I still remember all those hurtful words she said, all those fat jokes she made, and never did I forget all the crying and the toughing out I did. My grandpa, my coach, always believed in that crying made you weak. And I still believe I'll forever be weak. I am not strong enough to face anybody but the field. I pitch with all my might trying to work my back up to the top, but when that fails, I then cry. Who am I to think that someone can be as strong? Cause for me, I was never strong. Weak. Poor less, unworthy soul, ready to be stepped over. |
| It's ok, I'm weak too. I think I always was, and I'm pretty sure I always will be. I think a lot of people are weak, even the really strong ones. You're not alone in your weakness. But you know, we're not all completely weak. Not even you. I think you're very strong. You're still trying, still practising and doing your best, even though you're not ready to face others on the field. That girl pushed you off a mountain but you're still doing your best to climb back up. And to me, that's very brave. It's ok to cry. Crying doesn't mean you're weak, it means that you're brave enough to let out your emotions from time to time, even if it is alone in your bedroom. I heard that tears can be healing, although I'm no expert. I'm very very sorry that someone was so mean to you. I know that my apologies probably don't mean anything, but I'm sorry nonetheless. I'm not sure what else I can say because I know how much words can hurt, how they can rip you up like knives and leave you bleeding and the worst part is that sometimes the wounds don't ever heal. But I love being part of a team too, and if you'll let me, I'll be part of your team that'll help you be a little more strong. It's hard to be strong by yourself, but it might be a little easier if someone helps you bear the burden. I hope you know that what that girl said isn't true, that it's really a reflection of what a small conscience that girl has. That if your best friend left you because of what someone else said, then maybe that girl wasn't really that great a friend. I hope you find a better friend, and I hope that you do get better with your sport. I hope that you'll rise to the top and wipe the smirk off of that girl's face. I know that you have what it takes. Even if you completely ignore everything I said, please please know that you're not unworthy. You still have a chance, and if you ever need someone to cry to, you can always email me and I'll try and help you smile. I hope that everything turns out all right, maybe not immediately, but eventually. Good luck! |
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