It was a normal January day in my hometown of Havana, Cuba. I was helping my father out around the house when the phone rang.
"I wonder who that is?" I thought aloud. I picked up the phone.
"Hello, is this Juan Olivia?"
"Yes."
"Hello Juan, this is Mark Shapiro, the General Manager of the Cleveland Indians." I jumped.
"What can I do for you Mr. Shapiro?"
"I had a scout come to your last game, and he has talked very highly of you since. He says your fastball has great movement and your curve is nice. He also said you threw a 1-hit complete game." I couldn't believe it, they knew I existed. "Even though you are not eligible for the draft, we would like to invite you to spring training in Phoenix." "Can you make it?"
"Of course I can!" I almost screamed into the phone.
"Ok then, can I talk to a legal guardian?" I handed my dad the phone.
After attempting to piece their conversation together by listening to what my dad was saying, it finally ended.
"The Cleveland Indians are flying us up to Phoenix for spring training." My dad said. "They are taking care of our passports now." He smiled.
I didnt know what to say, I was on top of the world. They were paying for my entire family to fly up to Phoenix so I could play professional baseball. I ran to pack my things.
"I can't wait!" I yelled.
"Easy there son, we don't leave for a month!" We both laughed.
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