ďGo All Out!Ē
Thatís what Iíve been telling myself lately when I think I canít do something. ďGo all out, Itís senior year, and there canít be any regrets!Ē I think it came from my best friend who has been almost all my life the ďsmallest guy on the teamĒ, but always the one with the biggest heart. We worked at this kidís camp during the summer and there was this girl that worked with us too. Everything about her was great. Personality, sense of humor, (ummm) posture. I was always scared of asking her out and practically waited the whole summer. When I finally mustered up the courage to ask her there was another guy at work that already made a move. Now inít that a *****! Not the girl, but my life in general. So I start actually trying to do something with my situation. Only one problem itís almost the end of summer and I have to go to a camp. So what would you do? Well I thought about it and told myself if I really wanted her I should just spill it all, put it all out, and tell her how beautiful she was, how her smile can lift me up out of a bad day, and all that other romantic blah blah. You think I did it? Yeah right! I wussied out and wrote it all down on paper and left it on my friends car with a note to give it to her that day. Well a week passes and I check my voicemail. I have like sixteen messages! My phone roamed in San Diego so I couldnít check the messages you know. Oh, howíd I get to San Diego? No, camp wasnít there, but right when I got back from camp, I saw my Dad packing the car with luggage. Without telling me previously, it sounded like I was going to San Diego. Which sucked because it was my birthday that week and I really wanted to see my friends, but thatís another story. Where was I? Oh yeah, I flew back alone on an airplane from San Diego and as I was waiting for my dad to pick me up, who was an hour late, from the airport, I checked my messages. I think I really pissed off this guy who was waitng behind me for the phone. Well I checked my messages and I hear this message, itís my friend talking to two of my other friends and I guess they didnít know they called me or something because on my voicemail was like a three minute conversation talking about football, cars, and me. My friend told my other two friends the situation I was in, and somewhere in there said that the other guy at work did get with the girl. When I saw my friend I didnít mention it. Iíve never talked to him about it. Sure we talked about the girl, but that letter I left on his car to give to her, I havenít even spoken about that since then. Iím not even sure if it got to her. Maybe Iíll find out this week when her schoolís football team plays ours. Maybe sheíll say, ďThanks for the letter, you loser!Ē Or maybe she wonít even be there. It doesnít really matter to me now. Does it? Iím writing like 800 words on something that doesnít matter to me? Forget it, that doesnít matter right now. The story that I just told is to help me illustrate my point that if you donít go all out someone else will. That once in a lifetime chance, that one opportunity can be gone just as fast as it hit you in the face and said, ďHello Itís me Opportunity!Ē So Iím just saying that people everyday miss out on good things because there scared, donít want to try, there afraid of what their friends will think, or just donít open their eyes and see that life has just handed them something great. Whether itís relationships, school, sports, or whatever your scenario is, to ďgo all outĒ is the best advice I can give you.