Turning Frustration into Fuel!

In tribute to one of my fine college aspiring high school seniors, Jack Sheehy, who suffered a devastating broken arm a year ago, I am sharing with you a truly inspirational excerpt from his college essay.  

I knew my arm was broken as I laid there in a big mess. The moment of chaos turned into months of x-rays, tests, procedures, and therapy. My elbow joint had been shattered by the sudden impact. My summer season was over and with it too was possibly my baseball career.  
 
I began my rehabilitation within 6 days. Saying it went slow would be an understatement. Stagnant and agonizing would be a better description. Every second of physical therapy was painful, with a stretch here or a twist there, often accompanied by an audible pop or crunchy feeling.  After 4 months, I did not sense much progress and with it came frustration, which peaked in October. I began to doubt if my arm would ever function normally again, forget about baseball. At that precise moment of revelation, a peaceful calm came over me as I realized that there are more important things than sports and I will have more difficult things to overcome in life.
 
That peaceful calm served to turn my frustration into fuel. Instantly I gained a newfound rigor for my rehab and with it, my spirits skyrocketed. On that day, I realized that my frustration was useless. I had wasted time complaining about my situation. I would complain no more, rather, I would get on with things and the tough tasks at hand.  

Thank you Jack!

Hans
Founder CollegeLogic
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