Our kids suffered thru our divorce. Sadly, my son found solace in having a catch with me. Sometimes, my son would drag me outside 4X-a-day. Sometimes, he would drag me out at 8AM before the bus came. We would have a catch. Over and over again. Eventually, he began to throw really well.
On opening day, my son pitched four innings. He let up no runs. He retired the side with 12 pitches. This Saturday, he nearly had a perfect inning. He threw 12 strikeouts. He's been asked to pitch on his travel team and also to become a core member to stay with the team over the years. He has an on base percentage of .600 and consistently hits into the outfield.
This is not a brag. In fact, as I drove home after this 1st game, I couldn't keep the tears from pouring down my face. The pain was so great. You see, in his attempt to escape his pain, he would run outside to have a catch with his father. In an attempt to escape his pain, he learned to throw. In an attempt to escape his pain, he developed a desire to pitch.
I'm so proud of my son. I just wish that, life had given him a different start.
What a wonderful, loving, inspiring story! I love it.
