More Than a Number.

Number 22 is part of me. The number that I wear on my back when I am at my best, and at my worst. For every single sport, every single team, every single moment, I am 22. I represent my family; my mother who always cheers me on, my father who sometimes seems too into the game, and my siblings who even though I don’t see them a lot,  know that they support me. I represent my family with the number 22. 

My team counts on me with the number 22. I can be identified, and even held accountable  with that number. It follows me everywhere I go, and every game I have. It feels my emotions, my pain, the disappointment within myself. Just two digits, that somehow mean more to me than can be imagined.

22 can be accompanied with  good and bad: “Number 22 seems to be down, grabbing her ankle.” Or, “WOW! What an amazing shot from #22, Grace Sherman!” Or, “ #22 is not having a great game, her coach pulling her from the game early in the half.” 

22 is what I wear on my back to represent and support what I am wearing in the front.  I wear #22 not for myself, but for the team I play on. 22 is part of me. 22 is challenging, 22 is success. 22 is rewarding, 22 is everything I am.  

~ Grace S.