I grew up in a poor family with my father, my mother and six brothers. We had little money, 1plenty of love. I understood that no matter how poor a person was, he could still own a2.
My dream was to be a sportsman. I was so3. My high—school coach 教练）was Ollie Jarvis, who not only believe in me, but4me how to believe in myself. One thing with my coach changed my life forever.
It was one summer holiday. I wanted to do a summer job5a new bike. Then I realized I would have to6summer baseball training. I'm afraid of telling my coach about it.
7I told Jarvis, he was as mad as I expected him to be. "You have your whole life to work, " he said, "but your playing days are limited （有限的）. You can't afford8them. "
I stood before him and9knew what to say.
"How much are you going to make at this job？" he asked.
"＄3. 25 per hour, " I replied.
"Well, " he said. "Is ＄3. 25 an hour the price of a dream？"
That question made me realize the10between wanting something right now and having a long—term （长远的）goal. I chose to give up the job and devoted（致力于）myself to the training that summer. My dream came true in the end.
