Life was a rather curious thing. As a child, I had hardly understood the complex twists and turns of living. I did as my mother told; I got excellent grades, I was a rather well-known individual in our small county and I was successful as a football player. I had assumed life would be great to me. What else could I have done to ensure that? I had listened to my mother, so why shouldn't I be having the life of my life? I could've been a hotshot lawyer or maybe even a swanky business man, but life never really does go according to plan.
In the summer of my high school years, senior year to be precise, life decided to throw a wrench into my well-thought out plans. I had kept the thought in my mind for awhile, unsure of how to express it until one day I decided that ten seconds of courage was all I needed. I had dreams to pursue a career as a professional footballer but I was nervous. When I finally worked up the courage to speak to my mother one day after she came home from her work in the bakery in town, for the first time in my life, my usually-supportive mother said no.
It was a word I had hardly ever heard from her, it usually came from my father. Even so, I hadn't heard her wrong, she had said no. I was devastated and she was not at all pleased with my decision. She had sighed and sat me down at the shabby dining table in our family home. She mentioned that it was not a stable job. Should I be kicked off the team, what would I do next? Our national football team was nowhere near World Cup worthy, but I wanted to give it a shot. She replied by saying that I would not be able to provide for my future family if I could not keep a steady income going. I tried to reason with her, to make her see my points, but to no avail.
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