She holds her Fate, her life in her hands. She holds it on the pitchers mound of choice and decision....
She wonders if she makes the toss....where will it land....will it land where she hopes it will? She looks to the stands she sees her family, and loved ones watching her...cheering her on,supporting her for her next toss. She sees people who have done her wrong behind the fence yelling words of doubt and hate, telling her no matter how she throws that ball, or how hard she tries she will not make it. She looks to the sky the sun shines in her eyes as the clouds part. The voices of doubt start to diminish and she smiles at them. They stop with there words of doubt and look down they know, that she will no longer listen to there hateful words. She pulls her hand up, she holds her fate in her hands..she knows that this pitch means everything to her....she knows that where it goes is where life will take her. She swings her arm back and tosses the ball with everything she has in her.
Her Fate is taking off.
Her Fate is taking off.