Forgetting Who I Am

Many of you know I made the trip back to utah.. yet no one knows my story.. lol.. this story should be on Ripley's believe it or not...

So i set out on my journey leaving the great city of lindsborg and traveling down to Wichita.. Me and my assistant coach just talking about how much we hate a certain person.. lol.. its amazing to me how people can bond over hating someone.. :)
Well we show up at the airport and i go in to get my ticket.. At this point i'm not too happy cause i know that i fly into Arizona and i have a 3 hour lay over.. i hate lay overs.. they are boring.. come on America West.. with all the money you make every year can't you lower the price's for college students? I guess not.. i guess i have to fly in the wrong direction for 2 hours and wait for 3 hours in order to get a good price...
Well regardless of that.. i show up to the front and the lady at the front counter tells me i'm not booked to fly.. she can't find my reservations in the computer... after many phone calls we find out that the lady my mom booked the flight through made a mistake and booked me to fly out of kansas city.. which is about 4 hours from Wichita.. At this point I kept my cool due to the fact i knew it was a mistake and they would fix it.. they did and i would still catch the same plane out of Arizona.. so it was no big deal. I go through security and i was one of the "lucky" people to be picked to have someone come over and feel me up.. You know you haven't made out with a chick in a while when you find yourself gettin kicks from the 60 year old security lady feelin you up...
I get my shoes and backpack back in one peice and board the plane..The plane was very small which suprised me.. I kind of expected a bigger plane going out than coming in due to the fact that  i don't think they have thousands of people begging to fly into Wichita.. but i did think maybe they'd have a couple grand tryin to get out! The plane only had 4 seats across.. window seat, Isle seat then the Isle. and the same on the other side..  I get in my seat.. which was a window seat.. and right as i sit down i see this fat guy get on the plane.. this guy wasn't just fat.. he was pushin 500 pounds easy.. My brain automatically went into panic mode and i knew.. with my luck. i was going to sit next to him for 2 hours... and sure enough he came and plopped down next to me.. squishing me into the window.. but thats just my luck... i mean.. there were like 3 hot girls on my plane.. there is ALWAYS atleast one hot girl when i fly.. why can't i sit next to her? Nope.. instead i always sit next to the mom with the crying baby.. the old lady who tells me about the color of her shit or in this case.. the fat guy..
After the two hours of flight i was just about to get used to the stentch of this man and we finally got to arizona..  Our plane lands and at this point i'm starving.. i haven't had anything all day. I called my mom and she assured me that there was money in the ATM. I search around.. and there is no ATM.. i go to a man who worked there and he told me the only ATM that is in the airport is on the other side of security.. he also said that with the line that is on the other side is about 2 or 3 hours long.. and i was hungry but not THAT hungry. so i decided to just gut it up cause i'd be home soon.
My plane was set to leave at 7.. then an announcement came at 6:45 that my plane was going to be set back to 7:50... "ah no big deal.. just another hour" i thought as i burried my head back down to my writing.. i was tryin to finish a chapter anyway so it just gave me more time... then at 7:30 they announced they were changing gates and my plane was going to leave at 8:15.. now it was starting to get to me.. come on.. i'm payin the sum of 4 car payments and 3 months of insurance for this stupid ticket.. the least you could do is be on time. Well i take the long walk across the airport and get to the gate.. and as i get there i see that the time has changed to 9:05.... I'm pissed but at this point what can i do right? Then about 20 min. later.. wouldn't you know it the time changes to 10:15 and moves the gate back to the original gate. As i picked up my stuff and made the treck back to the gate i pictured myself stabbing whoever owns America West in the face.. yes.. directly in the face.. watching him bleed all over his nice suit and as he lays there screaming..i'd say "hey leader of america west.. your airline sucks.. yes i said it SUCKS.. america west.. huh.. more like america WORST.. die you anti-on-time bastard."
OK.. I probably wouldn't do that.. but i can think that.. So back to reality i'm sitting at the gate and around 10:00 they announce that they are getting a new plane cause ours had something wrong with the tires.. the new time was 10:45.. then 11:20 then 11:50.. finally at midnight they announce our flight has been cancelled and tell us they will put us in a hotel over night and to be back at 6am for a 7:30 flight. so i call the hotel and have them send a shuttle. the guy tells me he'll be there in 15 min and to stand out door number 3... a half hour later i call back to see where he is.. "i just left with a group of people.. were you standing out door 4?" ya.. he made a mistake and told me to stand on the other side of the airport. so he tells me he'll be back in a half hour. so i go out door 4 and wait and when he pulls up about 15 people load the van and leave me standing on the curb. He says he's sorry but he'll be back in another half hour.... its 1:00.. i'm starving and BEYOND pissed at this point but once again.. nothing i can do. he gets back at 1:30 and me and 12 other people board the van in hopes to get to the hotel to get some sleep. the driver takes off and is the worst driver ever... he's CRAZY.. i'm not talkin about 16 year old girl who doesn't know how to drive crazy.. i'm talkin about old asian crazy.. you know what i'm talkin about... there is nothing scarier than an old asian behind the wheel.. and although this guy was white.. his skills seemed to be from across the globe. the sound of the seat belts clicking told me all 12 passengers agreed with my thoughts. i reached across to buckle my seat belt.. only to find my seat belt was broken.. For some reason the whole situation made me laugh.. as i laughed aloud i tried to ignore the stares of the other frustrated passengers.. i didn't care.. i kept asking myself ''WHAT ELSE CAN GO WRONG'' my quesion was answered when i didn't get the wake up call i asked for the next moring.. luckily i woke up anyway... the flight left on time and i arrived safely in utah.. Although i have a lot on my mind with surgery coming up and stuff.. my biggest concern is to make sure i don't fly with america west anytime soon...

Just got into town.. lindsborg.. small place.. the town is only about 3,000 people and the college i'm attending only has 600 students.. the first day i got here i felt like turining back around and driving back to utah.. or off a cliff.. which ever came first. if you ever visit this town you'd know what i was talking about.. i felt as if jack johnson was speaking directly to me when i was listening to his song.. "where'd all the good people go"..  walking down the brick roads and looking at all the people stare at me cause i stick out like a sore thumb isn't very comforting... but seriously i gave it a chance.. i'm a huge believer in not judging.. i HATE it when people judge me.. i only have one pet peeve.. and judgmental people are it.. my whole life people have seen me as a jock which labels me as a dumb athlete that isn't good at anything and isn't nice to anyone but the cheerleaders. thats not me at all.. i've always strived to become some what of a rennisance man (don't bug me if i spelled that wrong.. remember who my dad is.. i got it from him) i remember watchin a movie once and they talked about this man who was known as a writer, a poet an artist an astronomer an inventor, scientist... i mean you name it.. this guy was into it.. not only did he do it.. but he was really good at it.. but then they went on.. after understanding that this man did so many things and was so good at all of them.. the only reason a lot of people knew who he was is because they said that he could stand with both feet together in front of a 6 foot man.. and jump directly over his head. for some reason that story has always stuck with me.. there are "smart jocks" in the world.. and i guess between my love for baseball.. writing and poetry.. i've always wanted to broaden my horizons.. and see who i can become... but back to my original strory.. i gave bethany a chance.. and seriously i love it here.. everyone here is so nice and so loving.. they care about who you are and what brought you here.. i'm very happy i left my attitude to the side and had an open mind.. i love the small towns.. they are always so close.. i have a feeling great things are going to happen here for me (knock on wood) anyway i am happy to be here and i guess we'll see how things go.. oh, jack.. if you're lookin for some good down to earth people.. try lindsborg..

 Those of you who really know me understand that i am the most radom person to ever walk the earth. And trust me, walk the earth i do.. i have been known to always move from school to school, town to town, state to state traveling to wherever my feet stop... i love going places where i don't know my way around and i don't know anyone, i just think the same scene gets boring sometimes.. every now and then i need a change.. now don't go all psychiatrist on me and tell me i have commitment problems or whatever.. thats not the case.  i've just watched how others around me go about their lives, just like the great Yogi Berra once said, "you can observe a lot just by watching." ..  i've seen where my friends have been what they've done and to be honest.. hardly anyone in my town ever leaves their front yard. I dont' know why.. either they know what the outside world is like.. and just feel comfortable where they are. Or they are too scared to see what its like so they hide under their moms bed til their 30... (pussy's)  See i'm from Utah and the typical life in utah goes like this.  Grow up, school blah blah, graduate, turn 19, go on a mission, come home at 21 and be married within 3 weeks go to weber state or utah state. get your wife pregnant within the first week of being married, pop out 6 kids before your 25 and get into a career and spend your spare time doing yard work.. i know that sounds crazy.. but sadly enough i have friends like this.  i guess i am the way i am cause my parents made me this way. my dad always said, "the best thing a man can do is get lost. when you are truely lost.. you find yourself." if my mom heard him say that she'd probably say "you just say that cause you have no sense of direction." which is true.. if getting lost goes hand in hand with finding yourself then my dad knows himself better than anyone on the planet.. but seriously.. i think the old man was on to something.. i never really understood what getting lost ment til i went off to college.. and finding what it ment has been everything in finding who i am.. i'm sorry if you don't understand it.. its something you have to find for yourself.... 

 With that in mind i now find myself staring at a computer with a slight grin on my face wondering "what the hell am i doing in the public library in New Port Rhode Island?"  See i have a friend that plays on the team out here.. a buddy i  played with out in cali. he called last night to see about my wrist, i told him the bad news and that i was going home sometime soon. he told me he wasn't going to pitch saturday and he had the day off so i should come chill with him. i laughed.. i mean how was i going to get to New Port.. it is 3 hours away and i don't have a car. Well last night the baseball team had a party. i was semi sick so i didn't make an apperance BUT since it took place in my dorm.. i did manage to meet some of the people that were there...  they'd stumble into my room drunk thinking it was the bathroom.  One person i did meet was some guy.. we'll call him joe cause i'm not sure of his real name. i talked to him for a sec and he said somethin about wakin up early i just asked why and he said.. "oh at 5 am i'm leavin to go chill for a night in New Port." hmmm.. a window of opportunity.. so i just asked if i could cruz with him.. so at about 5:45 this morning he picked me up.. dropped me off next to the feild in new port.. and now my buddy isn't answering his phone.. i'm guessing he's still asleep so i just walked around new port.. i ran into a library and i figured i'd tell the world of my travels. if you're wonderin.. no.. i'm not sure how i'm getting back.. i got that kids number, he said he leaves tomorrow sometime.. so hopefully he won't leave without me.... if he does.. hey i won't be lost.. i'm just trying to find myself.. right dad?