Life is like a baseball game.
At the bottom of the inning, play with a mitt in hand. Catch with humility.
I have been the recipient of generosity, more in acts of kindness than in material goods.
When I was a single mother, I had the education necessary to get me employment.
When I felt abandoned and lost, a stranger took me under her wings and help me get on my feet.
When I thought I didn’t deserve love, somebody loved me.
When I have been in distress, friends have comforted me.
When I lost contact with reality, mental health professionals made sure I recovered.
When I didn’t even have a Social Security number, somebody gave me a credit reference.
When I didn’t value myself enough to celebrate, I received praise for my achievements.
When I started over again, somebody gave me an opportunity.
I’m fortunate because I always had something somebody else never had a chance at.
Like in a baseball game, on the top of the inning, pitch gracefully.
Practice with two bats, but never play with two mitts.
