When I am not playing well, I can not blame the ground, the ball or my teammates. On a bad day I need to ask myself
have I worked hard enough or long enough to deserve to complain? Poor play is a lack of concentration, lack of true
practice and the lack of enough heart to win (everyone has the desire to win, but the heart of a winner never gives up
no matter what the score).

I have to know within myself why I’m a player. If I love what I do, I owe it to myself and the team to be the best
possible player I can. I will practice hard with patience and heart and know I can always be better tomorrow. I must
have a goal in my head and my heart to be the best I can be and to try and lead my team to the top, and be willing to
accept responsibility and pride the faith the team has invested in me.

If I am not satisfied with my present ability then I must set a personal goal to work hard in all ways mentally and
physically to be the best I can be. Everything has a price and I must be willing to pay the price for success.

I must realise that I am a leader. But first I must be able to discipline and lead myself. Once this is accomplished,
being a leader will come easily on the field. Yes my teammates will make mistakes, but I must reassure them that it’s
okay, that I know they are trying as hard as I am. They need to see and feel my support, because we stick together
through it all.

Once I begin to blame another for the outcome of the game, I have removed myself as a team member.

I am a vital member on the field. I must be able to change mental gears and know what to do with the ball when I get
it and do it with confidence and not hesitate or question what to do with it. I must learn to read situations as they
develop and go where I am needed to assist the team.

My main concern is to be as strong as possible and make sure I keep it that way. I must keep a cool head and
remember that mistakes are the first process of learning.

Once I spend time questioning the umpires decisions I have lost my concentration. With losing my concentration I
lose my commitment and responsibility to the team.

I am a champion. If I have never felt this feeling, I must strive to do so. I can be a champion without always winning.
I must be confident but not cocky. I must know that I am good because I have worked to get where I am. Champions
are consistent and consistency takes skill and skill takes practice. I must be willing to develop the champion within me
to the fullest.

I must work hard to be a successful part of the team and to get my teammates respect. We must be proud of our team
and who we are. Of course I am going to hurt and ache when we lose but I am going to rejoice when we win.

I must now decide if these convictions within me are true or if they are only a bunch of words. Only I the athlete can
decide for myself. I must know the answers in my heart before I can continue successfully to be the best athlete I
deserve to be. I have the mind and body I need: now what I do with it is truly up to me.

I AM THE MASTER OF MY FATE

As my mormon friend's said, and showed............

IT'S ALL ABOUT THE FAITH BABY!!!!

All you have to do is believe and it will happen

Sometimes I feel sick
I get pains in the stomach
I feel quezy
and I feel down and depressed.

The thing that makes me feel sick
it is not from something I ate
not something I saw
It's people, sometimes people make me so sick.

It's the way they are so cruel
the way they harass
and they way they feel happy
about putting someone down.

All they think about is
popularity and social status
and it sends shivers down my spine
they way they look down on others.

Do they know the consequences of their actions
they probably do, but they dont care
I wonder what they would feel like
if someone was to take their lives because of them.

Something so simple as
"you're a homo"
could really hurt someone
and bring them right down.

But you might read this and say,
'ohh just dont worry about it'
'they're only joking'
'just forget it'

But once you get told the same thing repeatedly
you start to believe it's true
and as the saying goes
"sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will emotionally scar me" !!

You are the only reason I wake in the morning. I think of all the good times I want to have with you, all the memories we will share. But then I think of all the bad things that could happen, it could all be over in a week. We could break up and never talk again and that would ruin our whole friendship. I always look forward to the next time we meet, the next time we talk or the next time I hear of your name.

As i wake in the morning, to the sounds of triple J, I pull up my blind and the sun beams into the room. Its as if most if its rays shine into my eyes. I hear the chirp of the birds as they fluster through the air to greet the beautiful morning. As i jump out of bed and slowly walk into the kitchen, the only thing i can think of is you. I think of how you are probably sleeping quite peacefully at this moment, wrapped in the warmth of your blanket, so innocent and so pure. As i start to make my coffee, a smile appears on my face. It is a smile of happiness, a smile of pure bliss. I am happy because I am with you. If it wasnt for you my morning wouldnt be so bright.

Well I gotta go, bell has gone Part 2 will follow soon.