Always speak up
Everything hinged on one decision, whether to speak up or not. Earlier that week I had a talk with one of my coaches in a golf camp in California, his name was Jeff. He gave me and the other kids in the camp a talk about dreaming. Jeff spoke about always pursuing our dreams. Well, it turns out that I wanted to go to a full-time golf academy in the United States. It was July 24th, I will always remember. School started around August 8th, so going to a golf academy that year was nothing but a dream.
My mom picked me up from the camp that day. That same day we departed to Mexico. The golf camp had been in Pebble Beach, about two hours away from San Francisco. My mom and my family drove up there to pick me up and go back to San Francisco where we would take a flight back home. In the car they asked me how the camp was, I was pensive, but I still said it was great. They noticed that I was not very energetic, like I am usually. Naturally they asked, “What’s going on, is everything alright?” Obviously, I was submerged in the “what if”. Even though I was completely out of it, hesitantly, I lied and said, “Yeah, I am just a little bit tired,” the bought it. They road in between Pebble Beach and San Francisco has one of the most spectacular landscapes you’ll ever see, so that just made me keep on dreaming about me telling my parents about the golf academy. After two long but beautiful hours we arrived to the airport. In the airport I was wondering whether I should speak up or not. I didn’t know if I should tell my mom that I wanted to go to a golf academy. I thought it was an impossible thing to do. I thought I should not even try, but in the talk Jeff gave us, he said that every time we want something we should try to get it. My mind was going on and off, “Tell her. No, don’t it’s stupid. No, tell her”. I just could figure it out. After awhile of thinking, I decided I needed to tell her, and I did. Very indecisive I said “Mom, I want to go to a golf academy next year,” while those words slipped out of my mouth, my mind thought, “You shouldn’t have told her”. My mom laughed and said “Really? Next Year?” after those word came out of her mouth I thought “I knew she’d say no,” but then she proceeded “That will be really hard but we can try, as soon as we get back we should try to find one” she said. I was in awe; I did not know what do. Her answer felt like a bucket of cold water in the face but in a good way, if there is such thing.
Still completely surprised I started thinking of my cousin that went to a golf academy. He said that it took him 6 months to do everything needed: school, visa, golf school, paper work, packing, everything. I had a little less than two weeks, and I didn’t even have a school picked out yet. I can do it I thought, but I knew it was going to be nearly impossible to get everything done before classes started. I was enrolled in a Mexican school already. It was just going to be ridiculously hard. All by itself, it was a nearly impossible job. But I had more complications, I had a school trip to the south of Mexico for a week, and I had to go. After three days of school picking, while in Southern Mexico I decided I was going to The Mike Bender Golf Academy and Lake Mary Prep. I made calls while in that trip. I had phone interviews. I was working hard on my dream even when I was not home. Two more days later, I was accepted to Lake Mary Prep. Now, the hard part was getting a student visa. That normally takes about 3 months, so I was pretty nervous about that. Somehow, my mom made some calls, and 3 more days later, August 2nd I was booking flights to Orlando and explaining to my friends and family that I was going away for a year.
As soon as I knew I was definitely going to go to Florida for a year, I got Jeff’s number and gave him a call. He was confused; he did not quite remember me. I told him the whole story and almost crying (at least that’s how it sounded over the phone), he congratulated me and told me to keep dreaming big. That was August 2nd, 2012. Today, August 20th, 2013, I am staying in Florida for my second year. Not one single accomplishment, friend, or improvement over the last year would have been possible without trying to do what I wanted to do, even when it sounded impossible. Over that week in the summer of 2012, I learned one of the biggest life lessons I have ever learned. I understood that everything desired should be attempted, even if it sounds impossible. Up to this day, my mom tells me she said yes because she did not believe it was possible to get everything done.