Act Of Courage Jim Abbott Essay Research

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Act Of Courage (Jim Abbott) Essay, Research Paper Beating the Odds Faced with the task of writing a paper on a specific act of courage my initial reaction was that of total uncertainty. Later that evening, as I lay in my bed watching television I pondered what topic to do for the paper. Then the sportscaster on the news began an interview with Jim Abbott a well-known major league pitcher. I thought to myself, this is perfect! Jim Abbott is a man who shows courage when the odds are against him. He is fulfilling his lifelong dream of playing professional baseball despite the fact that he was born without a right hand. Whenever I see Jim pitch, I am reminded of something that happened when I was about 8 or 9 at summer camp. Before that summer, I had always felt pity for people

who were physically challenged especially Justin Berger. Justin, a boy in my age group at Camp Wayne, who was born with some kind of illness that prevented him from controlling the movements of his left hand. I never teased him or talked badly about him to others; what I did in some ways was much worse. I labeled him different. I saw him as inferior and thought that he needed some extra leeway in such activities as sports. However, Justin saw his handicap as a motivator, a reason to work harder and excel in all aspects of camp life. Camp Wayne was very competitive; the summer culminated with four days of intense sports competition called Color War. It was during Color War that my view of Justin changed. During Color War the whole camp is divided into two teams. The teams play

each other in various competitions and sports for 4 days and at the end of the fourth day the points are tallied up to see who won. It was the last day of Color War, the day everything would be decided. There was not one camper whose heart wasn t rushing with intense emotions and pride. It was about 3:00, the voice over the intercom said it is now time for second period; everyone except the A & B groups (the youngest campers) go down to the main soccer field to watch the D group soccer game. I laced up my cleats and ran down to the field. Over the years our age group the D group, had earned the reputation of one of the most athletic groups in Camp Wayne history. Just about everyone was gathered in the bleachers to watch our soccer game. Soccer was my sport, by this point I

was considered one of the best, the Captain of the Blue team. The coach and I set up our starters and the whistle blew. After the first half we were up 2-1, I had a goal and an assist. Justin had played about half the game with no great plays so far. The coach moved me back to defense for the second half in hope that I would protect our lead. For the next 30 minutes, the game was about even; each team was on its last ounce of energy. There were five minutes left. I thought the victory was in the bag. Then suddenly, Justin came dribbling the ball from his defensive half all the way through four of my teammates. I was the last man, it was just me him and my goalie. I played him as tight as I could trying not even to let him breath. He made a move left but I blocked him and kicked

the ball over by the corner of the field. With my sweeping of the ball, I swept out his feet and sent Justin straight to the ground. Under any other circumstances without even thinking I would have gone straight to the ball and kicked it up field in hopes of scoring again. However, this time I felt compelled to bend over and help Justin up. But, before I could offer my hand, he had gotten up. I chased him from behind but I was too late. He rocketed the ball into the upper corner of the goal. The referee blew his whistle three times, which signified the end of the game. Time was up! It was a draw. It was all my fault. I misjudged Justin, I thought that just because he was physically challenged he was weaker and more fragile so I treated him differently. After the game, I shook his