When I was little leaguer, baseball was everything. Growing up outside of Kansas City, MO every little kid wanted to play baseball and grow up to be George Brett. I was no different.
When I wasn't practicing or playing a game with the team, I was usually in the back yard practicing with my brother and father.Every so often one of our batted balls would hit the tin shed with a mighty crash. And then you would hear from inside the house my mother asking us to please be careful. Which of course we would do, until the next time...
Why do I remember this. Because every game, as I would step into the batters box, I would hear my mother yell from the stands, "HIT THE SHED!" Even today when I'm getting ready to start something, she will encourage me with that saying.
Isn't it amazing how parents can reinforce you through everyday situations. What probably frustrated her greatly because of the frequency we hit the shed at home, became her rallying cry for me in my growth. It is now part of my character in everything I do.
Do you "HIT THE SHED!" in everything you do?
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