I grew up poor--living in the projects with six brothers, three sisters, a varying assortment1 of foster kids, my father, and a wonderful mother, Hunley. We had little money and few worldly goods, but plenty of love and attention. I was happy and energetic. I understood that no matter how poor a person was, they could still afford a dream.
My dream was athletics. By the time I was sixteen, I could crush a baseball, throw a ninety-mile-per-hour fastball and hit anything that moved on the football field. I was also lucky: My high-school coach was Ollie Jarvis, who not only believed in me, but taught me how to believe in myself. One particular incident with Coach Jarvis changed my life forever.
It was the summer between my junior and senior years, and a friend recommended me for a summer job. This meant a chance for money in my pocket -- cash for dates with girls, certainly, money for a new bike and new clothes, and the start of savings for a house for my mother.
Then I realized I would have to give up summer baseball to ____ (handle, plan)the work schedule. When I told Coach Jarvis, he was as mad as I expected him to be. "You have your whole life to work," he said. "Your playing days are limited. You can't afford to waste them."
I stood before him with my head hanging, trying to think of the ____ (words, excuses)that would explain to him why my dream of buying my mom a house was worth facing his disappointment in me.
"How much are you going to make at this job, son?" he demanded. "Three twenty-five an hour," I replied. "Well," he asked, "is $ 3.25 an hour the ____( price, value)of a dream?"
That question, the plainness of it, laid bare for me the difference between wanting something right now and having a goal. I dedicated5 myself to sports that summer, and within the year I was drafted by the Pittsburgh Pirates to play rookieleague ball, and offered a $ 20,000 contract. I already had a football scholarship to the , which led me to an education, two consensus6 selections as Ali-American linebacker7 and being chosen seventh overall in the first round of the NFL draft. I signed with the Denver Broncos in 1984 for $1.7 million, and bought my mother the house of my dreams.
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I'm afraid that I would choose the black work in the three pairs you've shown us, although "value" and "price" could both conceivably work.
— BarbaraPA
I'm afraid that I would choose the black work in the three pairs you've shown us, although "value" and "price" could both conceivably work.
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It would be, if he were the boss in charge of making the work schedule. But he is not - he is just a lowly, entry-level worker, so he does not plan the work schedule. He has to learn how to handle his work schedule amidst the rest of his life.