Growing up, I wanted to be a pro baseball player.
In 4th grade, I knew where I wanted to go to high school.
The school was an annual contender for the State Championship.
I convinced my parents, and that’s where I went.
Our team at Driscoll was dominant.
By senior year, I was captain, and we were nationally ranked.
We would win the State Championship, fulfilling the mission I had 8 years earlier.
But the bigger goal was going pro.
The next step was college ball.
The University of St. Thomas in Minnesota recruited me.
A baseball powerhouse.
But once I got there, something was different.
I had a hard time adjusting to being on my own.
After the first semester, I left.
I lost the scholarship and never played baseball again.
Years later, curious, I Googled to see how the team fared.
There it was, St. Thomas, 2001 National Champions (the year I’d have been a senior).
I felt sick.
What if I had stuck it out?
Would my dream of going pro come true?
What stings is that the dream ended not because I wasn’t good enough but because I quit.
I’ve made peace.
Coming home led to me starting my first agency.
I am delighted with what my life has become.
And I have new dreams.
But I can tell you this, if I don’t reach them, it won’t be because I quit.