I am hoping to find scholarship funds for women to become general managers and coaches at the highest levels of administration in ncaa, professional, and olympic leagues. I believe a deliberate approach that focuses on building family leaders out of teammates using theology of the body would be a great approach. We need to emphasize sacrifice and teamsports, rather than being the best as an individual within a team sport. I grew to love team sports over the years because they felt like families and everyone had unique gifts to bring to the team. In fact taking retreats like saint catherine's gifted and called 3 week journey can help define 5 of the best charisms for each teammate to use within their community, and team. I can't really put my finger on when it happened but I think when I was about 18 or 19 I realized that I was kinda arrogant and needed to rely on my family, and my friends who are family that I chose to help me get through those tough times in life when only are closest family and friends will show up for us when we are sick, or not in our best condition, or just having a rough day, or feeling kinda grumpy or frowny faced cause your little brother ate all the cookie crisp when you got home from wrestling practice. :(
One of my favorite memories is only a few years old, I was already an adult and I had just gotten off the second plane from america to manila, then to zamboanga in mindanao. And my cousins drove me to the house. And I walked in the original home of my grandpa who already passed away after their golden anniversary that I was able to attend when I was in high school. So I open the old thick door, and their in the kitchen in front of the small refrigerator that is open is my grandma with her arms wide open and a smile on her face. And she just said " Your finally home RJ" and she embraced me and I only got to see them every few years since we grew up in america away from most of our relatives since our parents were the first to emigrate from the Luzon and Mindanao Islands to California. I remember her pulling me in and it almost always makes me feel so warm that I often weep softly but joyfully and I let it run down my face. I stopped using kleenex for tears a long time ago. I feel like God gave me this water and memories from my own eyes and heart so I let them run down my face and cheeks and into the ground and sometimes I drink it in my own mouth whether they are joyful, or painful tears. Or I donate them to the ground I am walking on at the time, I actually had this memory come to me today at mass at holy family in south pasadena at 530pm mass.
One of my favorite memories is only a few years old, I was already an adult and I had just gotten off the second plane from america to manila, then to zamboanga in mindanao. And my cousins drove me to the house. And I walked in the original home of my grandpa who already passed away after their golden anniversary that I was able to attend when I was in high school. So I open the old thick door, and their in the kitchen in front of the small refrigerator that is open is my grandma with her arms wide open and a smile on her face. And she just said " Your finally home RJ" and she embraced me and I only got to see them every few years since we grew up in america away from most of our relatives since our parents were the first to emigrate from the Luzon and Mindanao Islands to California. I remember her pulling me in and it almost always makes me feel so warm that I often weep softly but joyfully and I let it run down my face. I stopped using kleenex for tears a long time ago. I feel like God gave me this water and memories from my own eyes and heart so I let them run down my face and cheeks and into the ground and sometimes I drink it in my own mouth whether they are joyful, or painful tears. Or I donate them to the ground I am walking on at the time, I actually had this memory come to me today at mass at holy family in south pasadena at 530pm mass.
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