Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Qaulities
When I had come back to my homeland, there was a targic earthquake in Nicuragua. I boarded the plane that sent me to my death on December 31, 1972 that was full of supplies for the refugees that survived the earthquake. The supplies did not make it there, but everyone still thought I was caring. When I did not play baseball on the Puerto Rican team I sat on the bench. While I sat at the bench I watched the players and figured out how I could play better. I was determined to play for that team and show them my love for baseball.
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