So in the summer of 1976, my parents signed me up to play softball. Small town, mid-70’s, youth sports was nothing like it is today. The league was for girls 9-12 years old, of which I was the youngest.
Our games were in the daytime, and my mom and dad both worked. My collegiate sister was able to get some time off of her summer job to come watch me every now and then. But I really didn’t mind not having anyone there to watch me play. Really, I didn’t.
Why? I spent most of my time playing Right Field (where the ball never came). And I struck out. Every single at bat.
Except once. I walked. Once.
At the end of the season, they handed out three individual awards on our team. Much to my surprise, I won my first trophy. Best Sport Award.
No matter your performance, how you respond does matter.
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