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| I grew up poor, living with my wonderful mother. We had little money but plenty of love and attention. I was 1 and energetic. I understood that no matter how poor a person was, he could still 2 a dream. My dream was to be a sportsman. 3 I was sixteen, I had started playing baseball. I could throw a ninety-mile-per-hour fastball and hit anything that moved on the football field. I was also 4 : my high-school coach was Ollie Jarvis, who not only believed in me, but taught me 5 to believe in myself. He 6 me the difference between having a dream and realizing the dream. One particular 7 with Coach Jarvis changed my life forever. It was the summer between my junior and senior years, and a friend recommended (推荐) me for a summer job. This meant a chance for money in my pocket-money for a new bike and new clothes, and the 8 of savings for a house for my mother. Then I realized I would have to 9 summer baseball to deal with the work schedule, and that meant I would have to tell Coach Jarvis I wouldn't be playing. When I told Coach Jarvis, he was as 10 as I expected him to be. "You have your whole life to work," he said. "Your playing days are limited. You can't 11 to waste them." I stood before him with my head hanging, trying to think of the 12 that would explain 13 him why my dream of buying my mom a house and having money in my pocket was worth facing his 14 in me. "How much are you going to make at this job, son?" he asked. "Three twenty-five an hour," I replied. "Well," he asked, "is $3.25 an hour the 15 of a dream?" That simple question made it 16 to me the difference between 17 something right now and following a dream. I 18 myself to sports that summer, and within the year I was 19 by the Pittsburgh Pirates to play baseball, and was 20 a $20,000 contract. In 2000, I bought my mother the house of my dream! | ||||
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