Pythagorean Theorem

I've cried seven times in my life. Whether it was being trapped in the doctor's 90 degree office during a sweat test to check to see if I had cystic fibrosis, or tripping over a brand new lamp located smack in the middle of the tight hallway--how convenient--and splitting my chin wide open, or needing to have endoscopies on end I never shed a single tear. I don't think it's because I'm numb, nor naïve and unaware of the significance of these events and the worry that should have accompanied each. I considered each a minor inconvenience; going to the doctors was a simply chore, a tedious stop before I could ride on my merry way. I had an understanding of what was happening, and to what extent.

My lack of emotional outpour was a result of the in depth comprehension I have had as well as a knack for minute details and comparing such to the "big picture." The "big picture" is built upon a magic triangle each surface symbolic of three main ideas: love, success, and happiness. The way the triangle works is that if you obtain two then the third will follow.

Love: My grandfather was a dentist so naturally, every visit he would give me a full tooth examination and consequently a lesson on flossing 101. Most people would find this invasive if not just a pain, but it was out of love. The idea that my grandfather loved me so much that he would ensure my health inspecting tooth and nail (ha) was reassuring therefore his appraisal served as an impetus to clean teeth, and consequently cleanliness in all aspects of my life. This sense of pleasing others through success became a motif in my life. My mantra was that if it made others happy my happiness would be a given. This carried into my life on the softball field with my father, and in the classroom for myself.

Success: Aside from getting my first cavity this year, I got my grandfather's approval. There is nothing like learning work ethic from the people you love. My father was all-star all-state athlete who went on to play baseball in college; sharing his DNA, I was doomed to have a knack and unquenchable thirst for the sport as well. From my fifth birthday on I began training for the USSA world series, PONY nationals, and of course sections for varsity softball. Seven buckets of ground balls. Sprints. Seven buckets of batting practice. Sprints. Seven buckets of pop flies. Sprints. Number seven plastered with sweat against my back. Sprints.  Practice was habitual, and the sport a majority of my life. Eighth grade I played high school softball, and as a freshman started Varsity in sections, hitting a three run home run to win the game. This is cached away in my portfolio titled with a glitter gold pen "SUCCESS". Love for my father transmuted into love for the sport following in success. 2/3 of the magic triangle in the works.



Happiness: Success breeds satisfaction. Love breeds satisfaction. Happiness breeds success. Happiness breeds love. A life concentrated with love and prosperity is inevitably happy. Whether it was family walks along the Lantana shore, outings to the best Italian restaurants in the north east, speedies (love), rounds on the merry-go-rounds until we were on the verge of vomiting I always felt happy. Though I felt stupid while we watched jeopardy and a genius during the following wheel of fortune, I was happy regardless.

Pythagorean Theorem.