2) Lub-Dub, Lub-Dub

You know what the scariest feeling is ? It is hopelessness. It is when you know someone close and dear to you is hurt and there is nothing you can do about it. On Saturday, September 28 2013 10:13 PM, I received a terrifying phone call from my dad. All I heard was "grandpa" "ambulance" and "breathing." I was shocked from what I heard. Thoughts were flying through my head like is he okay or what happened. I didn't know what to think. I was at my friend's house when all of this happened. I didn't know what to do but I had to rush home.

Once I got home, I saw bright red and blue lights flashing back and forth. I felt lightheaded as I continued to stare at it. An Ambulance,a firetruck, and my uncles' and aunts' cars were all parked outside. I watched my grandpa get carried on the stretcher to the ambulance. My heart started racing. What was going on? No one was talking. The people quickly took him away and drove off.

My grandma had a sour look on her face and so did my aunts. They told me that he was having a hard time breathing but no one knew why. This will be his third time going to the hospital this year and it gets harder every time. I just hope he is okay right now. I'm going to visit him on Sunday with my grandma and my dad.

My Grandpa And My Little Sister On The Bottom

1) My Favorite Thing In The World

Volleyball is my favorite sport to play with my friends and family. I started playing volleyball at the age of twelve in seventh grade. I didn't like it very much because my wrists would hurt from the hit. The sting of the impact hurt like someone pounding a hammer on your arms. Sometimes, I even got hit in the face by a spike. I got a few bloody noses or two. As time went on, I grew to love it. I loved the way the ball hit my wrist and bounced off. I loved the way the ball spun and flicked off my palm when I served. Directing the ball right to the corner or between two people to confuse them is an incredible feeling. 

It is an even better feeling when you have teammates that you can trust and battle along side with them. In eighth grade, it was where I found a couple of people that love playing volleyball as much as I do. I shared a special bond with them. They became one of my closest friends. One of them is Leonard Te. We have a mutual understanding in volleyball where we don't need to talk to each other to know which one of us will receive it. Leonard and I play back row in volleyball and our job is to receive the ball and bump it to the setter. We play and know each other so well, we don't need to call for the ball. It is almost like we have telepathy. My other close friend is Justin Sak. I have only met him for a couple of year but through volleyball we got pretty close. We even won eighth grade volleyball championship together and that's not what most people could say with their friends. We all share a love for volleyball.

My Beaten Up Volleyball

This ball to the left is over three years old. It has scratches and tears. It is really beaten up but you could still play with it. I want to buy another one but it is way too expensive. Also, this ball hold sentimental values to me. It has memories of my friends and the time we shared together. In the picture, I tried to hold the ball up high so it blocks the sun. Not because it is shining in my eyes but volleyball is the only thing that makes me feel alive. Just like the sun is giving life to the plants and trees, volleyball is the doing same to me.

Butler's Boys Volleyball Team
Number 2 (ME!!!)