I grew up poor－living with my wonderful mother. We had little money, but plenty of love and attention. I was 1 and energetic. I understood that no matter how poor a person was, he could still 2 a dream.
My dream was 3 . By the time I was sixteen, I started playing baseball. I could throw a ninety-mile-per-hour fastball and 4 anything that moved on the football field. I was also 5 : My high school coach was John, who not only believed in me, but also taught me 6 to believe in myself. He 7 me the difference between having a dream and remaining true to that dream. One particular 8 with Coach John changed my life forever.
