So I’m again nervous for saturday, it’ll be our 5th game of the regular season and my second game as captain… first as a second year player, it’s crazy and scary the fact I’ve grown to be a leader of this team, but what makes me even more scared is losing again… will it be a reflection of my leadership? or my play? in times of disbelief in myself i always think of a few things: True leadership is NOT standing out in front gathering people around you who will follow you. True leadership is building others ups, seeing the gifts and qualities they possess and helping them step up for the good of the “team”. It takes an encouraging visionary who does not care who gets the credit as long as success is achieved by all. Pride and ego MUST be pushed aside. It is often stepping aside for others to receive the credit. Be a leader. Teamwork, being united on a common goal, working together to accomplish something which could not be done on your own. Each role is vital, though not all roles are in the spotlight. Being part of a team is being part of something bigger than yourself. Unity of mind, body, spirit leads to greatness. When facing adversity and difficulty, some people quit and walk away. Some people are paralyzed and can’t go forward or back being perpetually bombarded by the challenges. Champions find away to not only survive the adversity, but to grow stronger, become something greater and lead others into a better future. Which one are you? Face life’s difficulties like a champion. Become something you never knew you could be.

For all my Stockton area friends, what a legacy left by the man our city is named after.

American Minute with Bill Federer 
Thursday, February 28, 2013 

His grandson, Robert, was the U.S. Navy Commodore who helped freed slaves found Liberia, West Africa, and in 1846 captured California-the city of Stockton named for him. His brother-in-law, Elias Boudinot, was a Continental Congress President and founder of the American Bible Society. His daughter married Declaration Signer Benjamin Rush. His name was Richard Stockton. After he signed the Declaration of Independence, the British invaded New Jersey forcing him to move his family for safety. Richard Stockton was betrayed, drug from his bed at night and imprisoned in New York. His farm was pillaged and his library, one of the best in the country, was burned. His health broken from over a year in the British prison, Richard Stockton died bankrupt at age 51, FEBRUARY 28, 1781. New Jersey placed his statue in the U.S. Capitol’s Statuary Hall. Richard Stockton wrote in his Will: “As my children…may be peculiarly impressed with the last words of their father, I think proper here, not only to subscribe to the entire belief of the great leading doctrine of the Christian religion…but also in the heart of a father’s affection, to exhort them to remember ‘that the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.’”

goodnight everyone, and to my new followers welcome! (:

300 more posts  and I’ll have posted 8,000 posts on Tumblr. I created this blog in 2010 and never really used it, but after a few various experiences I was called to blog! I started just putting my thoughts and random songs and videos as blog posts. This was before i discovered the whole reblog idea. I know exactly what I’m doing for my milestone, it’ll happen faster than you think (:

I think the hardest part abut letting someone go is not the fact that you have to get used to them not being around you anymore, but the fact you that you have to stop associating things to that person. so you stop listening to certain songs, stop watching certain shows, stop doing the things that you have made so habitual the whole time you knew each other. what’s even harder though is trying to do that when the person you are letting go of, has been in your life for so long, you either don’t remember what it was like before you two met, or you don’t like who you were before you two met. Frankly I’m struggling with both. I didn’t like who i was before i met my best friend, I was lost, broken, and torn in two, and when she put me back together, well she sewed a part of herself into me without either of us knowing. What’s worse is that i honestly can’t say the same for her. It has been an up and down 6 years and the 14 yr old me was too naive and hopeless. but the new 20 yr old me well he is lost, confused, and shattered. I’ve experienced 7 influential people come into my life, and at one point or another, they left me. This, the seventh, this one hurts.