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Thankful

Happy belated Turkey Day! I hope everybody had a marvelous time with all of their friends and family – and for those who were serving overseas – I owe you a great thanks. With the Thanksgiving holiday behind us, I decided it would be best to write about everything in my life that I’m thankful for. ¬†The list is numerous so I’m just going to touch upon my top three ūüôā

1. Family ¬†– It’s a given, but I know I wouldn’t be here today without all of their help. I am so lucky to not only have my Patten/Sachen family but also the Staab family who has taken me in the past couple of years. Not only have Pete and Nani included me in their lives but have introduced me to their extended family who take me in over the holidays. I am eternally blessed to be their “second daughter” and “sister from another mister” (as Sam likes to call it).

Pattens and Staabs (minus Petey and Pete)

Pattens and Staabs (minus Petey and Pete)

2. Soccer РThe sport has not only provided me with numerous opportunities, a circle of life long friends  (shout out to all current and former teammates) whom I can call upon for anything and everything, but it also has provided me an outlet for anger, creativity, and frustration. My all time favorite passion keeps me sane despite sometimes being the root of my insanity (if that makes any sense).

What's Your Excuse?

What’s Your Excuse?

3. Freedom and Opportunity – Maybe it’s the little patriot in me or even my military background, but I am¬†and¬†will be forever thankful for all the freedom and opportunity I have been afforded. Myself, and so many others would not be able to do the things we love without the dedication and service of current and past armed forces (huge shut out to our Military). I know that I for one wouldn’t be in NYC or NYU without my parent’s help and I wouldn’t be able to freely write and express my opinion if it weren’t for the protectors of our freedom – so Amen to that!

Hope everybody had a safe and yummy Thanksgiving! Check out this video of some NYU athletes thanking our parents for everything!

Blur

The past few days have gone by in a blink of an eye. I cannot believe that preseason is already here and my Mom has already left. So many memories have been made and way too many pictures have been taken – I don’t even know if I can give the last week justice.

A Collaboration

A Collaboration

On my Mom and I’s last full day together in the city, we began our morning heading off towards NYU from her SoHo hotel. We grabbed a delicious breakfast at my favorite deli, “NoHo” and then I gave her a tour of the village since last time she visited she did not have the opportunity to walk by foot around campus. Following our adventure in the village, we walked down to Canal Street in the rain and began to cruise around. After a long drenched walk through SoHo we found ourselves in Little Italy and then began walking to the famed Katz deli. Katz Deli – let me tell you – so nomalicious! My mom and I split the turkey sandwich on rye bread – it was more than enough for the two of us – did I mention it was so yummy? I cannot even begin to describe the amazingness of the sandwich. Anyways, the rain was still pouring but we decided to make a run for¬†McSorley’s¬†which was a little less than a mile away. I could once again, go on and on about how cool of a place McSorley’s is, but I guarantee I cannot even begin to describe the oldest watering hole in Manhattan – take my word for it and visit!

Katz Deli - SO YUMMY

Katz Deli – SO YUMMY

 

Mom and Her New Favorite Bar

Mom and Her New Favorite Bar

The rain finally decided to subside after a round of black and tans at the pub and we once again ventured downtown towards the World Trade Center Memorial. Even though we did not get the opportunity to go inside the memorial, we did learn a lot about the reconstruction from a worker named Massimo. It’s so beautiful to see WTC#7 back up and Freedom Tower is almost built – simply a sign of our strength and prosperity since the attacks. Later in September I’ll write about the experience from my perspective when I was younger (I lived close to D.C. on 9/11).

Freedom Tower

Freedom Tower

After a walk around the FiDi, we retreated back to our hotel room since my teammate Phebe had just flown in and we wanted to grab dinner with her. We wound up at our favorite, Washington Square Diner – a late night staple that got me through way too many papers. It was the perfect ending to a long walking day and a great mini vacation for my Mom and I because the next day we were more than busy moving in.

Teammates

Teammates

I couldn’t fall asleep that night – maybe it was the time difference, the excitement of moving in or maybe just the combination of the two that made it so hard to shut my eyes. Either way, I ended up getting up early enough to head on over to Carlyle to move in. Although check in was less than a smooth experience, everything turned out okay and Cami and I got a pretty gnarly room. A few hours and a ton of boxes later we moved in to our new abode on Union Square. That afternoon we had a team meeting; it was amazing seeing everybody’s beautiful faces again after a long summer spent apart and meeting tons of new girls.

Roommates

Roommates

Granted it’s been a little less than a week since our first meeting but so much has happened, I don’t want to overwhelm everybody (plus I’m super tired and have to get up at 6 for practice). I’ll write again about the team and everything great that has happened since our first practice. Until next time!

P.S. Check this out! (I know super embarrassing, right?)

Meg and the Marine

There are two things that I am. I am a extremely patriotic and¬†I’m a gym rat. Even when it’s a beautiful 75 degrees outside, I’d rather be inside at the gym lifting and biking then be outside (except for playing soccer and running – I cannot stand treadmills).¬†Since I’ve been home, I’ve changed up my normal routine and begun working at the local Marine Corps base gym because they have new equipment and everybody there motivates me to be better and push myself further, however today I witnessed something that affected me so deeply, I just needed to write about it.

I bare scars but not the sort that reflect courage, sacrifice, and patriotism. I’ve moved around the world for our country but have never lost my Dad, Mom, Brother or Sister to the bullet-filled sand storms in the Middle East. Less than a few years, maybe even a few months separate us by birth but the differences between us are worlds apart.

I was in the middle of my sixth two minute interval, peddling as fast as my legs could propel me, when he walked in. The standard olive green t-shirt, upright posture, and muscular arms that would scare even the biggest of bullies marked him as a Marine, but what really caught my eye were the two prosthetics attached to the knee on this young warrior. No amount of words can describe what I felt at that exact moment. Sympathy for his loss. Pride for his commitment and sacrifice. But most of all, motivation. If a man, no older than 22 or 23 years old could walk in to a gym, surrounded by his able-bodied comrades and lift weights as if nothing was wrong, then there was no reason for me to say “no” to anything or complain about something else again in my life. I cannot even imagine what he has already gone through, and cannot even begin to fathom the other numerous challenges he will face for the rest of his life, both mentally and physically.

I continued my workout, raising the weight of the dumbbells I was lifting, because if he could do it, then I could too. When he was worn out and pressed on, so did I. He was my inspiration and will definitely continue to be.  There is no possible way that I could feel or understand his situation, but there was something that bonded us over that hour spent together in the gym. We did not exchange words, nor did we share a friendly smile, but I found commonality in both our pride for our country and drive to make ourselves better in the gym.

Our motives are no doubt different. We live entirely different lives. And although I have not and probably will not ever speak to him, let alone see him again in my life, ¬†he is my new motivator. And although I’m usually inspired by quotes or phrases, he need not say a word.

To the man in the olive green shirt and black shorts, thank you. Not only have you given both of your legs and so much more for my freedom, you have inspired me – I am eternally grateful for you and your brothers and sisters in arms.

God Bless America.

Standing with some of our nation's finest

Standing with some of our nation’s finest

A Very Military Family

A Very Military Family

Dad's retirement with a beautiful Star Spangled Banner

Dad’s retirement with a beautiful Star Spangled Banner

Jam of the day: Made in America by Toby Keith