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Why Sports are Good for this Country. I first want to congratulate the Toronto Raptors for uniting the city of Toronto and possibly the country. I remember growing up in the days of Vince Carter, and if I'm not mistaken I have seen one Raptors game in my lifetime. That doesn't stop me from becoming a Raptors fan, and jumping on the band wagon as they were winning their division. I played a lot of hockey in my life, but I really enjoy watching basketball. Our high school team had a really good basketball team, and I learned the basics of basketball through a friend who was a really good player. God didn't give me the talent to shoot hoops, but I always enjoyed watching the taller players in high school do the slam dunks, which I learned is really hard to do in a game. I don't pretend to know how the game has changed over the years, but it sure was fun watching Toronto's Raptors make history twice, first by making the finals, then by winning it all. Today I spent

Fighting to be Heard. There are many times in our lives when we feel that others aren't listening to us. As a child I always felt that I had to always make the effort to be heard. It's not that I was somehow unruly, I was a quiet child and I was shy and didn't know how to express myself properly. Among people I trusted, I could be fun and makes jokes, but I always had a hard time with new people in my life. I would eventually win over their trust somehow, but I always struggled inwardly with myself to really communicate what I was actually feeling. I wasn't a troubled child, I had people who loved me and provided for my needs. I would celebrate birthdays with joy. I always joked with family members about how many girlfriends I had, but in my mind it was real. I had a good childhood, and into adolescence my life was still easy and fun. I considered myself a serious child, I took things seriously and I always believed in God. I wasn't evangelical but Catholic, I w