Are you Unstoppable?

Before you answer the question, I want you to read this story that Cynthia Kersey sent out about a young woman who truly defines unstoppable. When you are done, I want you to ask yourself, “what’s stopping me from doing what is in my heart to do?”

Here is Sarah Morris’ Story:

Sarah Morris loved the Los Angeles Dodgers. Lived them, breathed them, hung on every inning of every game like it was life or death. The team was her passion, and she had one dream: to cover the Dodgers for a newspaper. Forget that she never took a course in journalism, hadn’t attended a live game since age eight, or, for that matter, she had a paying job at essay checker service. To add to the list of strikes against her, she had an even greater limitation—cerebral palsy, which made it impossible for her to use her hands to write.

Sarah ignored it all. She knew that if she were to achieve her dream, she would have to do things differently than most.

Growing Up with Baseball

Baseball had always been a part of Sarah’s life. Her grandfather was a big Dodgers fan, and her favorite activity at her high school in Pasadena, California, was as the baseball team’s statistician. The work kept her involved in school activities and with the game she loved. But she wanted more.

Dependent on disability income, with no money for special computers or training, Sarah knew she had few prospects. But despite the limitations of her body, there was nothing wrong with her mind. She wanted to write about the one thing she loved: the Dodgers, a team she loved for its tradition and its courage in breaking the color barrier with Jackie Robinson. But how to get such a job?

Creating Her Own Opportunity

Rather than accept her limitations, Sarah decided she would create her writing opportunities by designing and publishing her own Web site. And so Sarah’s Dodger Place was born, a fan site where Sarah would publish her own insightful comments and critiques of the Dodgers’ performance, good and bad. Here she could be a sportswriter—without pay, but doing what she loved.

She spent endless tedious hours typing her stories by pecking away one key at a time with a stick attached to a headpiece—the same way she entered the code for her Web site. She put in at least five to six hours per day writing her stories that virtually no one but her mother would read.

Yet she was delighted. She was published. Because her cerebral palsy made it difficult for her to speak, she had honed a unique writing voice backed by her vast knowledge of the team and the game. And those words were finally out there for others to read.