One in a Million!
Dreams may not always come true, but that might mean a better path has been taken. Kevin Michael Desmond’s life is a brilliant example of this. Born March 16, 1964 to Jackie and Les Desmond, Kevin grew up as a frivolous and athletic kid in Santee, California. Although he had many achievements, Mr. Desmond’s most capacious, would most likely be the major league baseball draft of 1982.
As a child, Kevin spent a lot of his time playing baseball. He and his friends would play from morning until dinnertime, almost everyday. “My childhood was a lot like the movie The Sandlot.” Which is essentially about small-town boys who amour the game and play no-matter what the weather or time of day, of course, there is a voluminous adventure thrown in between. Unlike most young boys, Kevin found his calling and knew what he wanted to do with the rest of his life at about the age of ten. “I had been in little league for two years and I really liked it.” Most people would say that all 10-year-old boys want to be baseball players when they grow up, but how many have actually pursued that dream? From that moment on, Kevin worked exorbitantly hard and practiced almost everyday. “I was not a natural at all, I had to work really hard to be good.” Kevin stated when asked if he was always recherché at baseball. Finally, all of his hard work was about to pay off.
“I was 17 years old, 1982.” The Boston Red Sox were picking a few felicitous young men to play for their minor league team and eventually, if efficacious, the majors. The time was now, after over 9 years of little league, high school teams, and hours of daily practice, Kevin would finally know if his efforts were expedient. Then it was announced, 100’s of thousands of people across the nation competing against him, and he was a chosen one! “I was excited! All of my hard work was paying off!” Kevin had done it! He had followed his dreams and triumphed in the end.
After the perplexing day, Mr. Desmond spent all of his time practicing and working rigorously. However, two weeks later, this strenuous endeavor proved too much for him. “During a championship tournament, I did a headfirst dive on a base and dislocated my shoulder” He was in great pain and knew something was wrong. “I felt disappointed, and I was worried that my career could be over.” Long months and many surgeries later, Kevin’s shoulder was healed but not completely. He was no longer able to play on the Red Sox minor league team. There was no guarantee that he would’ve played for the major league team, but he wishes that he could have had a chance. Although, he says he is happy with the way his life turned out and wouldn’t change it.
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