Post of the Year I'd say.
I've been thinking about this thread for several days, and wasn't sure if I should post anything.
You see, I don't consider myself as a major baseball influence on my son, just a very big fan. Sure, I coached LL with him, but that was just an excuse so I could be around my son. He got his baseball smarts from 'real' baseball guys, and he's been fortunate to have had some very excellent coaches through the years ... Doug Aderhold, Jarod Paul, Dave Dopf, Gary Fishel, Jim Doyle. Extraordinary people that taught him the fine nuances of the game as well as the mental aspects. They each have shown him how to make the most of his natural gifts.
The reason I say I was thinking about this thread was this: like many, many of the fine members of this community, I've been deeply involved in supporting my son's dream. Not directing or defining it ... that's all his. But supporting, cheering at every game, listening to him, driving to the corners of the planet so he can rest before the next game, getting him to hitting with Jim or his pen with Dave. You know the drill. This summer was incredibly intense being the summer between his Junior and Senior year, so he was literally going from one game to a tryout to a college camp to a showcase to another game practically seven days a week. It's a labor of love. And I'll always remember the look on his face with he signed his NLI to play ball at a Div I school ... phase 1 of his dream.
Then, on the day my son signed his NLI, actually within an hour after the signing ceremony at the HS with the coaches, AD, Principal, and parents ... my Dad died before I could make it to his bedside.
My Dad was an onery, opinionated cuss who wasn't all that involved with his own kids when we were little, and had practically no involvement with his grandkids, unless I took them to see him and they sat silently on the couch. His view of loving your kids was putting a roof over their heads. Not wrong, just different, from a different age ... old school farmer. Growing up, I swore to myself that my kids would have a different experience, that they would experience life surrounded by supportive, loving family that applauded their successes and lifted them up when they failed. You see, my father would drive right by our house and not call, not even stick a hand out the window to wave. Then I'd call him to let him know how much I loved him. When I visited him, he'd always complain about all the crazy stuff we end up doing for our kids ... and I'd just sit by his side, hold his hand, and tell him how much I loved him. Even during his last few days in the hospital, his last words to me when I told him about Sean's scholarship to Fresno were "how come you do all that crazy running around cr*p for your kids?" I just said "because I love them unconditionally, just as I love you".
At his funeral mass, I was the only family member to stand and give a eulogy. You see, he wasn't the sort of man that got close to people, including family. He didn't attend the funerals for his own brother and sister. So, I spoke of the man who had a deep passion and love for his dream ... and that was the land and farming, his way of serving a family legacy and his way of paying respect to his forefathers ... our family farm was homesteaded 105 years ago. I remembered all that he taught me about not fearing the unknown, to embrace every challenge fearlessly, and to always give everything you have to your passion whether you fail or succeed ... that hard work itself was a form of success. He taught me to view the world in a different way, when confronted with problems to see solutions all around you, to view everything as a tool and a means to accomplish a goal. He taught me in the only way he could express his love, with his hands, through working with the land. At the end of the eulogy, I was able to say I was proud to be his son.
After the service, my family embraced me, and I knew that I had discovered a way to look beyond my own disappointments in my father, a way to see my father's legacy in myself but with a significant difference in my ability to touch others. Then, I looked at my 18 year old son in a new way and saw the pride he had in me that day. I was looking into the eyes of a young man who saw something special in his father. I saw my son's passion, his fearlessness, his enormous commitment to his dreams and an unflagging work ethic, yet tempered with great awareness and sensitivity of those around him, humor, and a deep capacity for love. It was at that moment that I saw my most cherished aspects of my father that I have passed on, and what I've been able to add to that legacy in my own way, not through any conscious effort ... just by always being there for my children and showing them truly unconditional love.
You see, I don't consider myself as a major baseball influence on my son, just a very big fan. Sure, I coached LL with him, but that was just an excuse so I could be around my son. He got his baseball smarts from 'real' baseball guys, and he's been fortunate to have had some very excellent coaches through the years ... Doug Aderhold, Jarod Paul, Dave Dopf, Gary Fishel, Jim Doyle. Extraordinary people that taught him the fine nuances of the game as well as the mental aspects. They each have shown him how to make the most of his natural gifts.
The reason I say I was thinking about this thread was this: like many, many of the fine members of this community, I've been deeply involved in supporting my son's dream. Not directing or defining it ... that's all his. But supporting, cheering at every game, listening to him, driving to the corners of the planet so he can rest before the next game, getting him to hitting with Jim or his pen with Dave. You know the drill. This summer was incredibly intense being the summer between his Junior and Senior year, so he was literally going from one game to a tryout to a college camp to a showcase to another game practically seven days a week. It's a labor of love. And I'll always remember the look on his face with he signed his NLI to play ball at a Div I school ... phase 1 of his dream.
Then, on the day my son signed his NLI, actually within an hour after the signing ceremony at the HS with the coaches, AD, Principal, and parents ... my Dad died before I could make it to his bedside.
My Dad was an onery, opinionated cuss who wasn't all that involved with his own kids when we were little, and had practically no involvement with his grandkids, unless I took them to see him and they sat silently on the couch. His view of loving your kids was putting a roof over their heads. Not wrong, just different, from a different age ... old school farmer. Growing up, I swore to myself that my kids would have a different experience, that they would experience life surrounded by supportive, loving family that applauded their successes and lifted them up when they failed. You see, my father would drive right by our house and not call, not even stick a hand out the window to wave. Then I'd call him to let him know how much I loved him. When I visited him, he'd always complain about all the crazy stuff we end up doing for our kids ... and I'd just sit by his side, hold his hand, and tell him how much I loved him. Even during his last few days in the hospital, his last words to me when I told him about Sean's scholarship to Fresno were "how come you do all that crazy running around cr*p for your kids?" I just said "because I love them unconditionally, just as I love you".
At his funeral mass, I was the only family member to stand and give a eulogy. You see, he wasn't the sort of man that got close to people, including family. He didn't attend the funerals for his own brother and sister. So, I spoke of the man who had a deep passion and love for his dream ... and that was the land and farming, his way of serving a family legacy and his way of paying respect to his forefathers ... our family farm was homesteaded 105 years ago. I remembered all that he taught me about not fearing the unknown, to embrace every challenge fearlessly, and to always give everything you have to your passion whether you fail or succeed ... that hard work itself was a form of success. He taught me to view the world in a different way, when confronted with problems to see solutions all around you, to view everything as a tool and a means to accomplish a goal. He taught me in the only way he could express his love, with his hands, through working with the land. At the end of the eulogy, I was able to say I was proud to be his son.
After the service, my family embraced me, and I knew that I had discovered a way to look beyond my own disappointments in my father, a way to see my father's legacy in myself but with a significant difference in my ability to touch others. Then, I looked at my 18 year old son in a new way and saw the pride he had in me that day. I was looking into the eyes of a young man who saw something special in his father. I saw my son's passion, his fearlessness, his enormous commitment to his dreams and an unflagging work ethic, yet tempered with great awareness and sensitivity of those around him, humor, and a deep capacity for love. It was at that moment that I saw my most cherished aspects of my father that I have passed on, and what I've been able to add to that legacy in my own way, not through any conscious effort ... just by always being there for my children and showing them truly unconditional love.
phonesteele,
It's been a pretty tough week for me as well as far as losing someone, I found your post very moving. I am sorry for your loss.
I too have been thinking about this thread and how to answer. After all, I can't answer for my son, only he knows who has been a positive influence and who has not.
I recently read a most moving article about his Coach, Jack Leggett. It is about the friendship that has developed between him and a young 15 year old cancer patient. He has made this boy a part of his life.
After attending his 15th birthday party, he brought pictures back for the team, he left them on the pool table in their clubhouse, obviously knowing it would be a place they would be noticed.
A few days later he spoke to them about this young man. He told them how inspired he was by him. He told the team how lucky they were to have opportunities this young man may never have, to learn not to take things for granted. To be thankful each day for what they have and to work hard to make the most of each practice, each at bat, each hustle. In other words, when you can't seem to get it done, draw your inspiration from this young boy's struggle to live each day. A great story.
I will hope that as my son continues to grow into adulthood he will be able to recognize that his coach was one of the positive influences in his life.
It's been a pretty tough week for me as well as far as losing someone, I found your post very moving. I am sorry for your loss.
I too have been thinking about this thread and how to answer. After all, I can't answer for my son, only he knows who has been a positive influence and who has not.
I recently read a most moving article about his Coach, Jack Leggett. It is about the friendship that has developed between him and a young 15 year old cancer patient. He has made this boy a part of his life.
After attending his 15th birthday party, he brought pictures back for the team, he left them on the pool table in their clubhouse, obviously knowing it would be a place they would be noticed.
A few days later he spoke to them about this young man. He told them how inspired he was by him. He told the team how lucky they were to have opportunities this young man may never have, to learn not to take things for granted. To be thankful each day for what they have and to work hard to make the most of each practice, each at bat, each hustle. In other words, when you can't seem to get it done, draw your inspiration from this young boy's struggle to live each day. A great story.
I will hope that as my son continues to grow into adulthood he will be able to recognize that his coach was one of the positive influences in his life.
There is no doubt the person(s) who had the biggest influence on me were my parents. That aside as far as baseball the biggest influence on me was my college coach. I coached high school for 25 years because a long time ago I was influenced by a man that showed me how the game "should" be played. He had a thouroughness and passion I never was exposed to before. He was tough no nonsense get the job done kind of guy. Many times I was on the receiving end of his being tough but it made me tougher not only with the baseball things but with dealing with life.
pbonesteele, WOW! Has to be one of the best posts I've ever read! I am sorry for your loss. Your Dad had a pretty good son!!!
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Phonesteele...
Very Moving post. Had one of those as well. Could have traded family descriptions with you. In the end I have come to realize that while he posessed some admirable charcateristics, he also made me hurt and think, and search out my own answers. In the end those answers were unconditional love (for him and others), humanity, community, family, comittment, passion, faith. And like you I find both our best characteristics passed onto his grandsons, and manifested most clearly in sports. And when I watch them live I understand now that whatever mistakes he made, whatever pain I experienced, was a price well paid for what I see in my kids.
We may never know how a life will manifest itself later...We are often too quick to judge..
Hope to see FSU this year...
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Phonesteele...
Very Moving post. Had one of those as well. Could have traded family descriptions with you. In the end I have come to realize that while he posessed some admirable charcateristics, he also made me hurt and think, and search out my own answers. In the end those answers were unconditional love (for him and others), humanity, community, family, comittment, passion, faith. And like you I find both our best characteristics passed onto his grandsons, and manifested most clearly in sports. And when I watch them live I understand now that whatever mistakes he made, whatever pain I experienced, was a price well paid for what I see in my kids.
We may never know how a life will manifest itself later...We are often too quick to judge..
Hope to see FSU this year...
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pbonesteele..Thanks for sharing.
phonesteele,
I, too, had a very similar father...showed little to no emotion but in time and particularly after I had my own children I grew to understand and appreciate him...he was a Boston Firefighter..he saw many a gruesome sight over his course of time but he also worked another fulltime job in addition to the Fire Department...being a firefighter somehow made him cynical but also hardened him(especially after losing many a friend in a wall collapse)..I would not say he was bitter just viewed life differently and things of a certain nature were more important to him...the little day to day trivial stuff was never worth worrying about...he found it hard to express his emotions and to put them into words..I realized many years later his love was exhibited by his work ethic and strong commitment to us gaining a better education than he was offered...his devotion to us five was expressed the evening before he died, at age 55, when he struggled to say.."you will never know how much I love you all"...and my answer today is..."yes, Dad I DO KNOW"
I, too, had a very similar father...showed little to no emotion but in time and particularly after I had my own children I grew to understand and appreciate him...he was a Boston Firefighter..he saw many a gruesome sight over his course of time but he also worked another fulltime job in addition to the Fire Department...being a firefighter somehow made him cynical but also hardened him(especially after losing many a friend in a wall collapse)..I would not say he was bitter just viewed life differently and things of a certain nature were more important to him...the little day to day trivial stuff was never worth worrying about...he found it hard to express his emotions and to put them into words..I realized many years later his love was exhibited by his work ethic and strong commitment to us gaining a better education than he was offered...his devotion to us five was expressed the evening before he died, at age 55, when he struggled to say.."you will never know how much I love you all"...and my answer today is..."yes, Dad I DO KNOW"
Phonesteele, sorry for your loss, but......you are very fortunate to have been able to show that unconditional love to your father. Some of us can't.....and know that you are so much better off because you could.....Thank you for sharing.
Pbonesteele
Sorry for your loss as well. Unconditional love is the greatest gift you can give.
Your post reminded me of someone else who had a very positive influence on my son. His junior year in high school was spent at a newly built school with a new team, of course.
The kids were not new, having played together since little league. The coaches were not new either, having coached the kids at the old school wher they all came from, with two exceptions.
One gentleman was Jack Harrelson, who coached the catchers and first base. Jack has forgotten more baseball that I'll ever know, having coached and guided his stepson since he was 5 years old. His stepson is A.J. Pierzynski.
The pitching coach also was invaluable to that team. He had a freshman son on the JV team, a catcher. He was mostly just another dad helping the team. He quietly and calmly helped the pitchers. They paid attention. They paid attention because he pitched 13 seasons in Major League Baseball.
Rick arranged my sons Area Code Games tryout.
Both men were always happy to share a smile and enjoy the team with the other "dads".
Rick and Jack are baseball men but that year, they were really just dads helping out, like dads do.
Rick passed away at 51 this past march, He is missed greatly by his friends, family and teammates.
Rest in peace Rick Mahler.
Thu, 3 Mar 2005
Rick Mahler spent 13 years in the big leagues, going 96-111 with a 3.99
ERA. He died of a heart attack at his Florida home.
By Tim Johnson, AP
VIERA, Fla. (AP) ? Rick Mahler, who won nearly 100 games during a
13-year career spent mostly with the Atlanta Braves, died Wednesday. He
was 51.
Mahler died of a heart attack at home in Jupiter, Fla., while preparing
for his second season as a minor league pitching coach for the New York
Mets, the team said. He was set to rejoin the Mets' Class-A team in
Port St. Lucie.
New York pitcher Tom Glavine telephoned the Braves to inform them of
his former teammate's death shortly before Atlanta played Georgia Tech
in its first exhibition game of the spring.
"He was a great guy, a great teammate," Glavine said. "I talked to him
a lot about pitching when I first came up. He was a big help,
especially for a young guy who was struggling."
Mahler pitched in the majors from 1979-91, going 96-111 with a 3.99
ERA. His best season came in 1985, when he went 17-15 with a 3.48 ERA
for the Braves. The next year, he led the majors with 18 losses.
The right-hander started on opening day for the Braves five times in
the 1980s, including the first game of the '82 season, when Atlanta
went on to win the NL West title. Mahler made four straight opening day
starts beginning in 1985.
In 1987, he tied an NL record with his third opening day shutout.
"Rick was a great competitor," longtime Braves manager Bobby Cox said.
"He could pitch."
Glavine, who played with Mahler from 1987-88 and again in '91, said the
right-hander was always fun to be around, even if things weren't going
well.
"One of those veteran guys who was always trying to help other people,"
Glavine said. "My first year in the big leagues I lost 17 games. He was
always there to kind of lift you up. Always upbeat."
Mahler pitched twice in the playoffs ? with the Braves in 1982 and in
1990 with the Cincinnati team that went on to win the World Series. He
also appeared in 10 games with the Montreal Expos in 1991.
Mahler's brother, Mickey, also pitched in the majors for eight seasons
between 1977-86, finishing 14-32 with a 4.68 ERA. The brothers were
teammates in 1979, and at least once pitched in the same game.
Before joining the Mets, Mahler served as a minor league pitching coach
for Kansas City and Florida, and was a roving instructor for the
Cardinals. He also managed St. Louis' Double-A affiliate in the Texas
League from 1996-97.
"He taught a lot of guys a lot of stuff," Mets reliever Mike Matthews
said. "The kind of guy you could really admire."
Mahler is survived by his wife, Sheryl, and five children.
"Our heart goes out to Sheryl and his children," senior vice president
of baseball operations Jim Duquette said Wednesday after the Mets lost
their spring training opener 5-3 to the Washington Nationals.
"Obviously, it's a difficult day for the organization."
Sorry for your loss as well. Unconditional love is the greatest gift you can give.
Your post reminded me of someone else who had a very positive influence on my son. His junior year in high school was spent at a newly built school with a new team, of course.
The kids were not new, having played together since little league. The coaches were not new either, having coached the kids at the old school wher they all came from, with two exceptions.
One gentleman was Jack Harrelson, who coached the catchers and first base. Jack has forgotten more baseball that I'll ever know, having coached and guided his stepson since he was 5 years old. His stepson is A.J. Pierzynski.
The pitching coach also was invaluable to that team. He had a freshman son on the JV team, a catcher. He was mostly just another dad helping the team. He quietly and calmly helped the pitchers. They paid attention. They paid attention because he pitched 13 seasons in Major League Baseball.
Rick arranged my sons Area Code Games tryout.
Both men were always happy to share a smile and enjoy the team with the other "dads".
Rick and Jack are baseball men but that year, they were really just dads helping out, like dads do.
Rick passed away at 51 this past march, He is missed greatly by his friends, family and teammates.
Rest in peace Rick Mahler.
Thu, 3 Mar 2005
Rick Mahler spent 13 years in the big leagues, going 96-111 with a 3.99
ERA. He died of a heart attack at his Florida home.
By Tim Johnson, AP
VIERA, Fla. (AP) ? Rick Mahler, who won nearly 100 games during a
13-year career spent mostly with the Atlanta Braves, died Wednesday. He
was 51.
Mahler died of a heart attack at home in Jupiter, Fla., while preparing
for his second season as a minor league pitching coach for the New York
Mets, the team said. He was set to rejoin the Mets' Class-A team in
Port St. Lucie.
New York pitcher Tom Glavine telephoned the Braves to inform them of
his former teammate's death shortly before Atlanta played Georgia Tech
in its first exhibition game of the spring.
"He was a great guy, a great teammate," Glavine said. "I talked to him
a lot about pitching when I first came up. He was a big help,
especially for a young guy who was struggling."
Mahler pitched in the majors from 1979-91, going 96-111 with a 3.99
ERA. His best season came in 1985, when he went 17-15 with a 3.48 ERA
for the Braves. The next year, he led the majors with 18 losses.
The right-hander started on opening day for the Braves five times in
the 1980s, including the first game of the '82 season, when Atlanta
went on to win the NL West title. Mahler made four straight opening day
starts beginning in 1985.
In 1987, he tied an NL record with his third opening day shutout.
"Rick was a great competitor," longtime Braves manager Bobby Cox said.
"He could pitch."
Glavine, who played with Mahler from 1987-88 and again in '91, said the
right-hander was always fun to be around, even if things weren't going
well.
"One of those veteran guys who was always trying to help other people,"
Glavine said. "My first year in the big leagues I lost 17 games. He was
always there to kind of lift you up. Always upbeat."
Mahler pitched twice in the playoffs ? with the Braves in 1982 and in
1990 with the Cincinnati team that went on to win the World Series. He
also appeared in 10 games with the Montreal Expos in 1991.
Mahler's brother, Mickey, also pitched in the majors for eight seasons
between 1977-86, finishing 14-32 with a 4.68 ERA. The brothers were
teammates in 1979, and at least once pitched in the same game.
Before joining the Mets, Mahler served as a minor league pitching coach
for Kansas City and Florida, and was a roving instructor for the
Cardinals. He also managed St. Louis' Double-A affiliate in the Texas
League from 1996-97.
"He taught a lot of guys a lot of stuff," Mets reliever Mike Matthews
said. "The kind of guy you could really admire."
Mahler is survived by his wife, Sheryl, and five children.
"Our heart goes out to Sheryl and his children," senior vice president
of baseball operations Jim Duquette said Wednesday after the Mets lost
their spring training opener 5-3 to the Washington Nationals.
"Obviously, it's a difficult day for the organization."
I have often wondered, as I read and listen to the tragedy and crime that so pervades the news, about the viability of doing stories relating to everyday people who make the lives of others better, who leave an imprint, and never ask for anything in return. Reading the posts of pbonesteele, TPM, catchermom03 and Dad04 reinforces that there are great people who do great, but apparently not newsworthy, things every day. Also convinces me that many of those who frequent this site and post are very similar types. Great people, raising wonderful families understanding what it is to hurt...and how important it is to love. Thanks to everyone of you.
Infielddad
Coaches Rick, Jack, Kerry, Sal, Robe, Szecf, Babb and the vast majority of the men my son has been influenced by ask for so little, if anything, in return.
Rick and Jack both donated thou$and$ in memorabilia for auction to the high school basball program. Ricks son didn't even play that year and Jacks son was in pro ball.
Last month I had a very short chat with one of my sons current coaches. I just wanted to let him know, in just so many words, that Jr. literally loves his team and I felt the biggest reason was the coaching staff.
He looked me in the eye and just smiled.
Jr. had already secured his role there and the coaching staff is definately not influenced by parental brown nosing, or whining for that matter.
Classy people like that plainly deserve to know they are appreciated from time to time.
Coaches Rick, Jack, Kerry, Sal, Robe, Szecf, Babb and the vast majority of the men my son has been influenced by ask for so little, if anything, in return.
Rick and Jack both donated thou$and$ in memorabilia for auction to the high school basball program. Ricks son didn't even play that year and Jacks son was in pro ball.
Last month I had a very short chat with one of my sons current coaches. I just wanted to let him know, in just so many words, that Jr. literally loves his team and I felt the biggest reason was the coaching staff.
He looked me in the eye and just smiled.
Jr. had already secured his role there and the coaching staff is definately not influenced by parental brown nosing, or whining for that matter.
Classy people like that plainly deserve to know they are appreciated from time to time.
quote:Classy people like that plainly deserve to know they are appreciated from time to time.
http://www.thedashmovie.com/
My wife found this for me tonight, and wanted to share it with all of you. Hopefully I copied the link here correctly.
My wife found this for me tonight, and wanted to share it with all of you. Hopefully I copied the link here correctly.
WOW! I just looked at the dash movie. It makes you stop and think.
Three years ago, my family and I were living in the DFW area. We had been there 5 years and my son had just started high school at a big new 5A school. We lived in a great neighborhood with a golf course, water park, etc. and thought we had it made. About that same time, I started a share group at my school where I worked. We started reading The Purpose Driven Life. I became convinced that something needed changing in my life, but I did not know what. Many things occurred over the course of 2 months that year, including my son becoming more withdrawn. When we sat down as a family to discuss what was wrong, we found out that everyone wanted to move back to the little town where we had lived before. We prayed that night, and we put our house up for sale the next day. My son and husband went ahead and moved to the town, which was 100 miles away, while my daughter wanted to finish out the school year and I needed to finish teaching. This was in March, and we continued this arrangement until May, seeing each other on the weekends. Our house finally sold in July, and we lost thousands of dollars on it. But, you know what? It was worth it! My family was happy and we knew that we had done the right thing! We lived in a 2 bedroom, 1 bath apt. for a little over a year before we finally built a house. My husband still commutes alot to Dallas, but life is good. Sometimes, life does throw curveballs, and it's up to us to make the hit!
Three years ago, my family and I were living in the DFW area. We had been there 5 years and my son had just started high school at a big new 5A school. We lived in a great neighborhood with a golf course, water park, etc. and thought we had it made. About that same time, I started a share group at my school where I worked. We started reading The Purpose Driven Life. I became convinced that something needed changing in my life, but I did not know what. Many things occurred over the course of 2 months that year, including my son becoming more withdrawn. When we sat down as a family to discuss what was wrong, we found out that everyone wanted to move back to the little town where we had lived before. We prayed that night, and we put our house up for sale the next day. My son and husband went ahead and moved to the town, which was 100 miles away, while my daughter wanted to finish out the school year and I needed to finish teaching. This was in March, and we continued this arrangement until May, seeing each other on the weekends. Our house finally sold in July, and we lost thousands of dollars on it. But, you know what? It was worth it! My family was happy and we knew that we had done the right thing! We lived in a 2 bedroom, 1 bath apt. for a little over a year before we finally built a house. My husband still commutes alot to Dallas, but life is good. Sometimes, life does throw curveballs, and it's up to us to make the hit!
Awesome - thanks TSfan for posting that 
lovethatbaseball - that is a very, very nice story and welcome to the hsbbweb
In case you have not already, please go to page 2 of this thread and you will see one of the many reasons this thread is in the Golden Threads forum. Up near the top of page 2 of this thread, infielddad posted on Dec. 1, 2005 regarding what "the dash" meant to him. It is impossible to read that post and not be moved by the power of his words and ultimately what the dash meant to his son. Your story is moving and inspiring as well
lovethatbaseball - that is a very, very nice story and welcome to the hsbbweb
In case you have not already, please go to page 2 of this thread and you will see one of the many reasons this thread is in the Golden Threads forum. Up near the top of page 2 of this thread, infielddad posted on Dec. 1, 2005 regarding what "the dash" meant to him. It is impossible to read that post and not be moved by the power of his words and ultimately what the dash meant to his son. Your story is moving and inspiring as well
We are born,
then The Dash , http://www.thedashmovie.com/
then
A Moment Later
then
http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/
then The Dash , http://www.thedashmovie.com/
then
A Moment Later
then
http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/