Credit to Drew Johnson and Chase Pray

I’ve always believed the saying “It’s not about the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog.”
Growing up playing sports, I realized early on I drew the short stick on my height – no pun intended. Ever since elementary school, kids were more than five inches taller than me, running circles around me at recess because I couldn’t keep up.
As I’ve grown older, I’ve begun to use my height to my advantage in any way I can. Due to my short stature, I am much more agile than many of the taller players I go against, but that only takes me so far. In soccer, once a player catches up to me and starts playing physical, I may as well lay down on the field and “Take it.” Even in volleyball, a non- contact sport, there are some hits I can’t defend because the ball goes over my head and there is nothing I can do about it besides stop and stare.
My height doesn’t stop at physical disadvantages either. If I could place a bet on how many times I would get made fun of, insulted, or laughed at in a given week because of my height, I’d take the over every chance I could.
You would think after going through all of this for more than 10 years, I would’ve stopped playing sports a while ago. Yet, here I am, finishing my senior year starting for two high school varsity teams. So, maybe the size of the dog in the fight wins some battles here and there, but the size
of the fight in the dog is what wins wars. For all of my smaller dogs out in the world trying to keep up, from one chihuahua to another, don’t ever let someone else tell you to sit, no matter how many treats they offer.