

Never Really Alone
I remember playing baseball as a little kid. I wasn’t much of a runner in those days, but I knew how to get on base. The only thing I had to do was hit the ball. I can remember standing in the batter’s box at 10 or so years old and thinking to myself “it’s just you out here.” In my mind I was all alone. I didn’t think about my parents in the stands, or my team in the dugout. The only thing I could think about was my mission and even though I was surrounded by people, I felt a