Thursday, November 8, 2012

Who Am I?

            I am Rick Schmidt. I was born on October 19, 1994 to Dick and Vonda Schmidt in Kearney, Nebraska. All of my family is from Blue Hill, Nebraska, home of the bobcats. My parents just got out of college at the time of my arrival, so you could say we were dirt poor. I spent the first two years of my amazing life in Kearney. Then my mom received a job offer in Washington, so we moved up there for about a year and a half before returning to the great state of Nebraska. My parents decided that they would settle in Aurora (good choice), where my brother was to be born.

My childhood is full of so many great memories, that I can't even remember a lot of them. I remember having a dirt hill in my back yard, which was huge, that my brother and I would always play king of the hill with the neighborhood kids. You can’t forget about worm hunting in it either! My dad built a huge garage beside our house and made a basketball course behind it where many brutal games were held. We would always put the trampoline under the hoop and play 21. Ben or Alex usually won, followed by myself, then in last, of course, Cole. I’m not going to lie, I miss being a little kid with not a worry in the world. But, being around friends has always been the main attraction with me. Life is just more fun when you are with people that have the same interests and do the same things as you. Now a day’s hanging out with my buddies is about all I do.

I have been hunting since I was a tyke, or at least going on hunts. My grandfather taught me the importance of being able to fend for yourself. He has been teaching me lessons since I can remember him. When I was about five years old he took me deer hunting with him, we sat in a stand all day waiting for a deer to cross our path. When one finally did he said a soft prayer and then took the animals life. He said it is important to thank God for what we are given, and I will never forget that day. When he was a kid they had to actually live off the land. If they missed, they went hungry. Now I am an avid hunter and I thank my grandfather for that.  I hunt just about everything there is and I would say it is one of the things in my life that I love the most alongside my family and football. When you go hunting you are usually by yourself and you can just relax and reminisce. Sports have always been a passion of mine since I was a youngster. I played it all, you name it, and I played it. I could be considered by many as a pure, raw talented athlete. A bunch of us have all been playing sports together since second grade flag football. Jacob really made himself a strong leader. He was the hardest working kid I have ever met. Not to mention he was a pretty good teammate and friend. I wish he was still here today to share his life with his friends, even though he is still a part of everyday life.

My family has probably been the biggest impact on my life. They raised me to fulfill certain values and be a good person. They got divorced when I was thirteen years old, and it hit me pretty hard. It is tough having your parents divorce at a delicate age. They want you to choose sides and all you want to do is stay the heck out of it. I really relied on my Uncle Brian to talk to. He is a fun dude and I am glad to have him in my life.

I am enjoying every minute that I have being young because if there is any sign of this year so far, the older you get the faster it flies by and I am definitely not ready for the end of this year. So, I believe this blog describes the aspects of my life and shows you who I really am. It is important to make sure you check yourself every now and then so you don’t forget who you actually are; no matter what you do you can’t change your roots. So, until next time, Beware of the Blog!



  1. Rick,

    This was a wonderful posting. Two things really stood out to me: What your grandfather taught you about saying a prayer before killing a deer (because the Native Americans spirituality was tied up in that same kind of thankfulness to the bison, whom they considered their "brother") and the line about how we cannot forget our roots, and we should remember where we come from. You are very wise. And you have had great teachers. (Your grandpa).

    Dr. English

  2. Rick,

    I love your post. Your grandpa must have made a huge impact on you. It's great to see the relationship you and your grandpa have. I also like that you realize the difficulty of growing up. Like is not always easy and you need to know where you come from.

    Ben Grossnicklaus

  3. Richard,

    I really enjoyed reading your blog! It sounds like your grandfather made a huge impact on your life and that's awesome. I hope you carry on the tradition of hunting with your kids so that they will be impacted in the same way that you were as a little tyke. GREAT WORK!

    Tanner Griffith