Excerpt
Principle #1
BELIEVE YOUR COACHES
It would have been bad enough if just one of these things had dropped on me.
But having them happen at the same time was more than I could take. It was time
for something radical.
Cars and trucks zoomed past me as I stood on the shoulder of the I-75 entrance
ramp, less than a mile from the entrance to BG (Bowling Green State
University). The wind whipped through my hair and tugged at my jacket. I
squinted from the dust that kicked up in my face. Standing there with my thumb
in the air, hoping for a ride, I had never felt this hopeless. Never.
Of the three reasons why I had gone to college—to get an education, have
fun, and play baseball—I was failing in all three. It was my first time
away from home and I wasn't doing well. Running away seemed logical for a guy
in my situation.
Academically I was in serious trouble. It was final-exam week and I knew I
wasn't going to get a passing grade in a single subject. Living in a noisy
dormitory, trying to get myself up every morning, hitting the snooze button too
often, and missing lots of classes had brough ... read full excerpt from: Between the Lines: Nine Principles to Live by ebook
