Hi my name is Matt and I have played baseball for as long as I can remember. My father Joe was always my brother Joey and my coach. I have played many positions throughout the years but mostly shortstop and pitcher. My brother Joey one year older than me played first baseman third and also pitcher. I’ve learned so much from this experience. Hard work pays off. My dad, my brother, and I spent so many hours practicing outside of regular practice times. I learned sportsmanship and determination, and how to take constructive criticism something that isn’t always easy to take. We went to play in Cooperstown when I was 11 and Joey was 12. My brother hit a home run earning the Green Monster tee shirt. He was the only one on our team to hit one over the Green Monster. Joey had so much power when he hit the ball. Joey so deserved the spotlight in that moment. He was a friend to everyone and would encourage others who had a bad play or a bad game. I remember being envious of Joey in that moment as I was only 11. We were brothers but we were also competitors. My brother and I played on the same team most of our young lives in both Little League and travel ball. Six months after going to All Star Village my brother Joey died by suicide. Joey did not outwardly show any signs of struggling and his death was incomprehensible. Joey was athletic, a straight A student, popular, and kind to everyone. I was lost after my brother’s passing. I continued to play ball through middle school although it was never the same for me after Joey’s death. I missed him at 3rd when I was pitching. The void was so great and the pain so palpable. I stopped playing for a year my freshman year of high school. What I learned is that I missed the game. Sports was my way of dealing with my pain. I went back to playing my sophomore year, and I fought to get myself in top shape to compete again. In the first game of my senior year I slid into third base and my opponent intentionally stomped on my wrist breaking it and ending my senior year of baseball before it even began. Through baseball I have learned discipline, teamwork and camaraderie. But most of all I learned sportsmanship from my brother Joey. Joey was honest and had integrity. He was gracious when winning and losing. He played fair and had humility about him. Even when he hit it over the Green Monster he never bragged. My love for baseball and my brother is never ending. One of my goals is to become a motivational speaker. Two months after my brother passed, my mother went through her second battle with cancer. Nine months after my brother’s passing we lost our home in Hurricane Irma. I am a survivor. I want to share my story with others to give them hope when they feel hopeless and give them courage when they feel scared. I can speak to loss and trauma. We just got back in our house after being homeless for almost eight years. My perfect childhood of going to spring training in Clearwater and flying to Philly to watch the Phillies play ended abruptly when I was eleven. I carry those good times with my family in my heart. Thank you so much for your consideration. This scholarship would help me tremendously as financially it is difficult. Sincerely, Matt Patterson

Hi, my name is Matt and my mother has been diagnosed with breast cancer twice in the past several years. The first time she had a lumpectomy and the second time she had a double mastectomy followed by chemotherapy. My mom has been a teacher for the past 27 years. While battling cancer she has had to take a few months off of work each time. Both times she returned to her students as quickly as she could. I have learned that peace and comfort is sometimes found in your calling if your profession is indeed your calling. My mom’s career is most definitely her calling. My brother passed two months before my mom’s surgery. My mom was so weak and struggling so much, yet somehow she found the strength to fight. If you were to ask my mom why she fought so hard she would tell you that she was worried about me. I have learned a mom’s love is like no other. It is selfless and fearless and giving even when life has dealt unfathomable blows. You never get over the death of a loved one. Our entire family structure was shattered from my brother's passing. I was unsure if my mom was going to make it after her cancer diagnosis. Losing our home in Hurricane Irma in 2016 added to the trauma and difficulty of trying to be like the other students in my school. There were days that the weight of everything was more than I felt I could handle. I learned that if you keep on moving even if life seems hopeless eventually it will become manageable again. It will never be the same but it will be livable. I am pursuing a degree in the social sciences to create a future for myself. My mother is loved and admired by our entire community. Having my mother, Jackie Patterson, as a role model has helped me see that in life we need to have a fighting spirit, and even in the mist of unimaginable emotional and physical pain and suffering, we can still be of service. By following my mother’s example, I will be of service to my community. I will continue on my educational path to make my parents and my community proud. There is a saying “Hope is the anchor of the soul”, and I believe this because sometimes hope is all we have. My mom’s cancer is finally in remission which has allowed me to focus some on my our life. Receiving this scholarship would help alleviate some of the financial pressure I am experiencing. Thank you so much for your consideration. Sincerely, Matt Patterson

Hi my name is Matt and I am working towards overcoming a mental health challenge. My brother Joey took his life eight years ago at the age of 13. I was 12. I have experienced and continue to experience PTSD, anxiety, and depression from my brother’s passing. It has been a hard road for so long. When my brother died it felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest and I was bleeding to death. Mentally all I could think of is why didn’t I see any signs as his brother I should have saved him. I had to put a plan in place in school because I was not able to retain information. I had to get a 504 plan . My processing of information became difficult and slow and my fight or flight anxiety often kicked in class making me want to flee the classroom. I couldn’t focus and was easily frustrated and irritated by simple tasks that I once had just completed without strife or thought. I handle some of my anxiety and depression by exercising. Drugs were not something I turned to, but many times I have wanted something to take the pain away. I have sought counseling, but have found through trial and error that traditional counseling does not serve me well. Sometimes helping others helps me with my depression. I have learned to look deeply at people and their circumstances and offer a helping hand and guidance to anyone who needs help. I’ve been to the depths of despair, so helping others find ways to cope is something I feel compelled to do. I would like to get a degree in psychology to help those who have had to deal with an extremely traumatic event. I want others to know that there are all kinds of therapy not just talk therapy. Some people use journaling as their outlet, others equine therapy, while others use meditation and prayer. The important thing is that the person address the traumatic events through some method or mode they feel is healing to them. I will support others by working in the mental health field while pursing communications to become a motivational speaker. If my brother had just confided in one person as to how he was feeling, I believe he would be here today. I want people to know that many, many people struggle, and there is no shame in voicing the struggle and getting help. How I wish my brother had found the help he needed to stay. When times get hard one must find a way to rise up. Lean in to those who support you until the feeling of hopelessness passes and then find a way to live a meaningful life. I have learned this is not always easy, but the more I practice self care the better I feel I can cope with the loss of my brother. There will always be regrets. How I wish I got a do over to show my brother how much he meant to others. Joey was an athlete, a straight A student and a terrific friend to everyone. He was popular and had so many friends. Please consider me for this scholarship as it’s my life’s mission to share my story from a sibling perspective and to make others aware of how much they matter. When someone leaves the world the way Joey did, it is believed that at least 100 people are affected. My brother had so much to offer this world. Thank you so much for your consideration. Sincerely, Matthew Patterson

In 2016 I lost my brother Joey to depression. Joey was 13 years old and I was 11. In February of 2017, two months after losing my brother, my mother, Jackie Patterson, underwent surgery for breast cancer and chemotheraphy. This was her second bout with breast cancer. In September of 2017 my family lost our house in Hurricane Irma. We are still homeless from Irma. My entire high school years were spent in a five wheel trailer on our property hoping and praying that our house would be rebuilt and possibly our lives. You never get over the death of a loved one. Our entire family structure was shattered from my brother's passsing. I was unsure if my mom was going to make it after her cancer diagnosis. Losing our home added to the trauma and difficulty of trying to be like the other students in my school. There were days that the weight of everything was more than I felt I could handle especially losing my best friend, my brother Joey. In 8th grade my language arts teacher asked us right before Thankgiving to write what we were thankful for. I remember I wrote "I am thankful that my mom is still alive." My mom is the most influential person in my life and my support person. She is the true definition of perservence in the face of adversity. She continued to teach her students after my brother's death and during and after her cancer surgeries and treatment, My brother and I were students in my mom's classroom several years as we attended a small school. My mom has worked at the same school for 27 years and has been named teacher of the year 6 times, most recently three years ago. My mom is loved by her students, their parents, and our community for her dedication and devotion to the students and families she has served throughout the years. I have learned how your life can be changed in an instant. I have learned that even when your heart and spirit are broken you must go on and continue to make a difference in the lives of others. My mom has shown me and everyone in our community what it looks like to continue to help inspire others to overcome obstacles. I am going to take classes in psychology and public speaking to pursue motivational speaking. My mom likes to write and people often relate to what she has to say. I can proudly say I continued my education and pursued my high school goals and achieved them. I carried a 3.7 GPA through high school while building resiliency and navigating the best I could. Having endured this challenge, I will continue to serve others in my own unique way. If I can share my story and save just one person from leaving this world I will have accomplished one of my goals. My brother Joey was an athlete, a straight A student, and great friend to so many. He hid his depression from the world. Suicide is increasing in today's youth. There needs to be an awareness in the area of mental health. Maybe that awareness can come from me. Also, if I can tell someone to never give up hope during a cancer battlle, I may provide motivation for those struggling with illness or those who have to see a loved one battle illness. Be loving. Be compassionate. Be involved in your community. Help others.Inspire others. Keep going. These are the values my mom has passed on to me that continue to shape my life and goals. Thank you so much for your consideration. Sincerely, Matt Patterson

In 2016 I lost my brother Joey to depression. Joey was 13 years old and I was 11. In February of 2017, two months after losing my brother, my mother, Jackie Patterson, underwent surgery for breast cancer and chemotheraphy. This was her second bout with breast cancer. In September of 2017 my family lost our house in Hurricane Irma. We are still homeless from Irma. My entire high school years were spent in a five wheel trailer on our property hoping and praying that our house would be rebuilt and possibly our lives. You never get over the death of a loved one. Our entire family structure was shattered from my brother's passsing. I was unsure if my mom was going to make it after her cancer diagnosis. Losing our home added to the trauma and difficulty of trying to be like the other students in my school. There were days that the weight of everything was more than I felt I could handle especially losing my best friend, my brother Joey. In 8th grade my language arts teacher asked us right before Thankgiving to write what we were thankful for. I remember I wrote "I am thankful that my mom is still alive." My mom is the most influential person in my life. She is the true definition of perservence in the face of adversity. She continued to teach her students after my brother's death and during and after her cancer surgeries and treatment, My brother and I were students in my mom's classroom several years as we attended a small school. My mom has worked at the same school and has been named teacher of the year 6 times, most recently three years ago. My mom is loved by her students, their parents, and our community for her dedication and devotion to the students and families she has served throughout the years. I have learned how your life can be changed in an instant. I have learned that even when your heart and spirit are broken you must go on and continue to make a difference in the lives of others. My mom has shown me and everyone in our community what it looks like to continue to help inspire others to overcome obstacles. I often think of becoming a motivational speaker. My mom likes to write and people often relate to what she has to say. I can proudly say I continued my education and pursued my high school goals and achieved them. I carried a 3.7 GPA all through high school even when my world caved in. I will continue to serve others in my own unique way. If I can share my story and save just one person from leaving this world I will have accomplished my goal. My brother Joey was an athlete, a straight A student, and great friend to so many. He hid his depression from the world. Suicide is increasing in today's youth. There needs to be an awareness in the area of mental health. Maybe that awareness can come from me. If I can tell someone how a cancer battle is a family journey, I might be able to pass on hope for those struggling with illness or family member illness. Be loving. Be compassionate. Be involved in your community. Help others. Inspire others. These are the values my mom has passed on to me that continue to shape my life and goals. Thank you so much for your consideration, Sincerely, Matt Patterson