Results tagged “life” from Hawk Talk - Christian
The rain definitely bothered a lot of New Englanders during that week. No one went to the beach or went out for a picnic. No one had any baseball games because of field conditions. No one went out at all. That gray stretch was torture. I'm a very outdoorsy person. I like to go to the park to play catch, walk, take pictures, or just sit out there and just take everything in. When it rained "forever," I didn't do anything productive. Sure, it got me to sit down and do paperwork, but that got boring QUICK. I tried to amuse myself with video games, board games with the family, watching T.V., cleaning my room, and other indoorsy stuff, but that didn't work. It is amazing how one big ball of fire (also known as the Sun) can make a difference in everyone's life.
While writing this blog post, I jumped on to wbztv.com and hit the weather link. It looks like summer finally wants to poke its head into the New England area. "Oppressive humidity" and high temperatures are FINALLY going to take over. That means the beaches will be crowed, ice cream parlors will be busy, and air conditions will be in full blast...
... oh Summer, you finally returned :-)
A lot of people ask me if I get paid to coach baseball. I tell them no. I think teaching my young players life lessons, how to handle rough situations, and most of all how to play the greatest sport in the world (under my book) is good enough for me. Money cannot match the price of coaching baseball. Heck, I think it's priceless. Giving back to the community is something that I have enjoyed for many years. I just have a great feeling inside. I honestly can't explain that feeling, but I know for a fact that I'm doing something good, and making a difference to my players' lives.
I can tell you straight out that the world we live in is very different than what it was two decades ago. Nowadays, you see gangsters walking down the street, giving other people bad looks, swearing their heads off, and being complete punks. If you give them a bad look, you are a potential target. These gangsters grew up without anyone to look up to. If they had someone to look up to, it must have been a gangster himself/herself. Bad influences causes kids to jump into the wrong path, which leads to a bad life. As a coach, I want to change that and prevent these kids from making wrong decisions earlier in life. I want these kids to grow up to respectful young men, who is not a drunk, a druggie, or a criminal. Sure, I can't hold their hands 24/7, but I believe that distracting them from the hardships of life 3 hours at a time can make a huge difference. Instead of hanging out in the streets and learning how to beat up a kid, the kid can learn something new and POSITIVE. It does not have to be baseball, or sports in general. Taking dance lessons, drawing, hanging out with the family, reading, or playing a musical instrument can pull kids away from the "hard knock life."
That's why I'm here. That is why I give up 6-8 hour work shifts. That is why I give up studying hours. I want to be there for the kids and to make a difference in their lives. I want them to learn how to play the game correctly, how to handle situations, how to be better people.
I'm proud to be a baseball coach and this is my call to all of my readers. If you want to make a difference, go out of the box or "plus ultra." Show your true colors without money or fame in your minds. Take time to give back to your community. Every community needs a hero, and you can be one.
Abbey Denaro's Commencement Speech at UML's 2009 Graduation.
Our journey through college is over. Those four long years of writing papers, cramping our hands during long exams, and endless nights of studying is a distant thought. We are here looking back at the memories, both good and bad, and how much we all changed. Sometimes, we think that a "change" can be a bad thing. A bad "change" throws us off to a different path that we are not ready for or something that we just cannot adapt to and further better ourselves. Fortunately, this type of change doesn't match the one we all have undergone at the University of Massachusetts Lowell. We all have changed in a way that our dreams are a reality and our future becomes brighter like the sun illuminating the clear blue sky or like the moon shining among the twinkling stars of the velvet night.
Abbey Denaro, who is one of the most amazing people I have ever met, gave everyone at graduation the perfect metaphor for our journey through college and life; our journey is like the Merrimack River, which cuts through the heart of UMass Lowell.
Here is part of her speech that explains the metaphor:
"In reflecting upon my years at UMass Lowell, I realize that
We have all been making our way through that river our
whole lives, and now is the time that we get to go full steam ahead to the open
expanse of the sea. There is no doubt that there will be rough waters along the
way, but they are there to strengthen us, just as the waterfalls strengthen the
And you can't write anything better than that... Abbey wrote/spoke it beautifully. The river is very relatable to our journey through college and life. We all experienced its turbulent obstacles when the flowing water hits the rocky section of the river, and the calmness and beauty of success when the river passes along. Our life can be chaotic, unpredictable, and fearful, but with our newly learned knowledge and skills that was passed on through generations of Riverhawks, we become the navigators and forgers of the future. We can direct ourselves over and through these obstacles to reach our goals and dreams of success and happiness.
So here it begins. My journey through life continues. I was once a naive child who held his wooden ship on his hand and dared to sail it on the mighty river. Now, I'm happy to say that I finally know how to navigate "to the ocean of opportunity." I'm the captain of the ship fighting the currents of that same river.
Let me sail away with the Class of 2009... we're heading for the ocean...
And I'm ready to start over again with
A new, clean piece of lined paper.
I'm holding a "clicky" pen
That contains 4 colors
I'm not a monochromatic individual,
I like to add color to my story,
so that means I'm not
that boring person who makes
everything restricted and boring.
You know what?
Let's bring in
and even the crayons.
Let's make this story creative,
and worthwhile -
let's add all the mediums
into this work.
Remember, this is the
whitest piece of paper -
no flaws, nothing.
and I have the ability
to create a picture
that no one will ever
That is what
the new year is to me -
a work of art.
A piece that is
yet abstract -
a piece that contains
a deep meaning,
yet is so simple -
a piece that is
a single first person
can be viewed
through the eyes of
It's my work of art
and I'm going to
share it with you.
- Christian J. Tiongson
I still promise to continue my Winter Fun blogs - just a little break from formalized casual writing (if that makes sense). Plus, I was in a poem making kind of mood. Happy New Year! - CT
Look at this analogy. Picture a man walking down the beach along the ocean. Everyday that passes, a shell is picked up and placed in a bag. Day after day, the man continues to pick up shell after shell. Weeks passed, and the bag gets heavier and heavier. One day, the load was too heavy and the bag rips and shells slowly fall out of the bag. Everyday after the bag rips, the bag gets lighter and lighter. The man finally feels less burden by the load. As soon as the the bag empties, something pokes your shoulder - maybe its the wind, or raindrops, or something. The man turns around, and looks at the mess. Thinking its not such a big deal, the man continues to walk. But even when the man walks, he still gets those pokes from the wind, or something. Maybe that's the artistic way of saying how I feel about the summer so far.
Plus there's tons of other stuff that I haven't done for my senior year - paper work, plans for after senior year, and stuff to get to what I probably want to do for the rest of my life. The word that is emphasized in the last sentence is probably. Every day that number decreases, I become more uncertain to what I want to do after I graduate college. DPT School? CSCS? EP? What is my path? Seriously, I've tried hard to carve a path this summer but I still haven't found what I was looking for. I don't know. Maybe I'm not motivated? I just don't want to be a no-one after college. Or the guy who worked his "butt" off to achieve nothing. Maybe I'm not the only one that feels like he or she doesn't know what he or she wants to do.
Well, that's enough of my talk. Enough of this rambling. I'm going to leave this post with a thought:
"What's more important to my life? Money? Fame? Intelligence? God? Chance? Luck?"
P.S. - Because of the summer is whining down to a pulp, I'm going to blog more about my commuter experience, so all perspective commuter students know what's coming up! If you are a commuter student and you need some questions answered, you can email me: firstname.lastname@example.org or look further in my blog about my commuter experience.