Co ed Champs pic
You eating seeds w/ Troy
Monday, August 24, 2009
Miracle for Margaret
This weekend you and I were at the Fields of Legends playing in softball tournament for a lil girl Margaret who was injured in a car crash. The softball tournament was for her family to raise money for the extensive rehab they will be doing for her.
You had met Margaret several weeks earlier when her family brought her out to the park to see her dad. He umpires there for league. They have to drive there car up to where the fields are and when they did the 1st time you met her we were waiting to play and eating hot dogs with the rest of the fellas. I asked you to go over there and tell her to get better and you walked around to the minivan opening and looked at her and came running back to me, jumped on lap and said "Daddy her legs hurt"??, I said that they were and she was in crash. You kind of looked at me and kept watching her kind of wandering over there from time to time each time getting closer and closer. After every trip you would come back to me and sit on my lap.
Margaret can only speak and she is in a wheelchair but her smile can be seen for and felt for a long while. Her father was umpiring when she arrived and to look at him and see him smile back at her really makes me thank every star in the sky about how lucky I am. The strength this family has right now is unmeasurable. They have a long road ahead of them you can really see how much and how deep their love and commitment for their family goes. Depending on how you look at it....they are an inspiration for me to be thankful for your health and all the blessings that I do have. Every time I talk to Margaret's father I can only manage to get out so many words before my eyes start to tear. .... I wish I could just make her all better.
Eventually Margaret had to go home and when you realized she was leaving you asked me to hold you and take you over there to say goodbye. When I took you over there you said all by yourself "Goodbye Margaret, get better OK", in a real soft tone. I could tell you wanted to hug her.. cause you give goodbye hugs to everyone,,,,She opened her pretty eyes and looked at you and gave you her precious smile and you then gave me a hug, a really tight one. To watch you grow and have compassion for others is real special feeling. I hope you are still like this when you read these messages I have been leaving you. Son, there are so many problems in this world today, whether you are old enough at this point in your life to realize or not....one of my major focuses of raising you.... is for you to be a caring and forgiving and helping person. No matter.
So this weekend on the way to the park I told you why we were going and you just looked at me and went back to jabbering about whatever you were jabbering about.
We get there bout 8:30, same as always, we gather are stuff and your toys and we walk up to the fields and you see a couple of your runnin buddies and off you go. You brought many toys w/ you this time. Your car, your golf clubs and bag, your bat and glove of course...and we had to have a few talks about sharing early on but eventually all ya'll were playing together quite well. That day was a good. I was playing Co-ed and we won it. A couple of guys I haven't seen in a while and a couple who haven't seen you in over a year were giving you lots of attention...one of those guys was Troy, he is big man, very hunerous and he introduced you to sunflower seeds. You called them "box seats" we all chuckled over that for a while. You like Troy and climbed on him throughout the day. Before you were born I played with his son quite a bit. Troy is good guy.
During the day Margaret came. It was real hot and her father was recovering from the flu he said and they didn't stay long. While they where there you would ride you car past her and show her lil toys and when people would come up to her family to talk and stuff , you would peak your head into their cirlce and look around.
The next day, Sunday, we were up there again for the Men's tourney from 10:30 am til 7:30 pm. There's something special about playing ball on Sunday's, I have always felt that, its like Sunday's were made for playin ball. I remember my dad played alot on Sunday's and if he didn't he would take me to see a game in Burlington...always seemed like a Sunday to me.
Again Margaret was there and I saw you talking to her quite a bit on this day. You had a blast. By the end of the day your shoes were off and shirt was off and you were dirty from head to toe, Much like me. We had all kinds of laughs as we were walking out to go home. My uniform was mud covered from a head 1st slide into second and your shorts and body we all covered with mud from full day of fun. My team and I once again won the championship, it was a well fought battle, we were undeafeated going into the championship game. We lost the 1st and won the "if" game in extra innings. For some reason I really wanted to win this one more than usual. It was like if we could pull this out and get our picture with Margaret with a trophy it will someway make her just a lil bit happier..and thats one thing "we" could really do for her. Even if just for s short time. I know Margaret's family were rooting for us, all the guys I was playing with felt that way and we were hustling and picking each other up and playin just as hard as we could. I saw a lot of good in people that day.... not just on the ballfield.....I'll remember it forever
Miracle for Margaret
This weekend you and I were at the Fields of Legends playing in softball tournament for a lil girl Margaret who was injured in a car crash. The softball tournament was for her family to raise money for the extensive rehab they will be doing for her.
You had met Margaret several weeks earlier when her family brought her out to the park to see her dad. He umpires there for league. They have to drive there car up to where the fields are and when they did the 1st time you met her we were waiting to play and eating hot dogs with the rest of the fellas. I asked you to go over there and tell her to get better and you walked around to the minivan opening and looked at her and came running back to me, jumped on lap and said "Daddy her legs hurt"??, I said that they were and she was in crash. You kind of looked at me and kept watching her kind of wandering over there from time to time each time getting closer and closer. After every trip you would come back to me and sit on my lap.
Margaret can only speak and she is in a wheelchair but her smile can be seen for and felt for a long while. Her father was umpiring when she arrived and to look at him and see him smile back at her really makes me thank every star in the sky about how lucky I am. The strength this family has right now is unmeasurable. They have a long road ahead of them you can really see how much and how deep their love and commitment for their family goes. Depending on how you look at it....they are an inspiration for me to be thankful for your health and all the blessings that I do have. Every time I talk to Margaret's father I can only manage to get out so many words before my eyes start to tear. .... I wish I could just make her all better.
Eventually Margaret had to go home and when you realized she was leaving you asked me to hold you and take you over there to say goodbye. When I took you over there you said all by yourself "Goodbye Margaret, get better OK", in a real soft tone. I could tell you wanted to hug her.. cause you give goodbye hugs to everyone,,,,She opened her pretty eyes and looked at you and gave you her precious smile and you then gave me a hug, a really tight one. To watch you grow and have compassion for others is real special feeling. I hope you are still like this when you read these messages I have been leaving you. Son, there are so many problems in this world today, whether you are old enough at this point in your life to realize or not....one of my major focuses of raising you.... is for you to be a caring and forgiving and helping person. No matter.
So this weekend on the way to the park I told you why we were going and you just looked at me and went back to jabbering about whatever you were jabbering about.
We get there bout 8:30, same as always, we gather are stuff and your toys and we walk up to the fields and you see a couple of your runnin buddies and off you go. You brought many toys w/ you this time. Your car, your golf clubs and bag, your bat and glove of course...and we had to have a few talks about sharing early on but eventually all ya'll were playing together quite well. That day was a good. I was playing Co-ed and we won it. A couple of guys I haven't seen in a while and a couple who haven't seen you in over a year were giving you lots of attention...one of those guys was Troy, he is big man, very hunerous and he introduced you to sunflower seeds. You called them "box seats" we all chuckled over that for a while. You like Troy and climbed on him throughout the day. Before you were born I played with his son quite a bit. Troy is good guy.
During the day Margaret came. It was real hot and her father was recovering from the flu he said and they didn't stay long. While they where there you would ride you car past her and show her lil toys and when people would come up to her family to talk and stuff , you would peak your head into their cirlce and look around.
The next day, Sunday, we were up there again for the Men's tourney from 10:30 am til 7:30 pm. There's something special about playing ball on Sunday's, I have always felt that, its like Sunday's were made for playin ball. I remember my dad played alot on Sunday's and if he didn't he would take me to see a game in Burlington...always seemed like a Sunday to me.
Again Margaret was there and I saw you talking to her quite a bit on this day. You had a blast. By the end of the day your shoes were off and shirt was off and you were dirty from head to toe, Much like me. We had all kinds of laughs as we were walking out to go home. My uniform was mud covered from a head 1st slide into second and your shorts and body we all covered with mud from full day of fun. My team and I once again won the championship, it was a well fought battle, we were undeafeated going into the championship game. We lost the 1st and won the "if" game in extra innings. For some reason I really wanted to win this one more than usual. It was like if we could pull this out and get our picture with Margaret with a trophy it will someway make her just a lil bit happier..and thats one thing "we" could really do for her. Even if just for s short time. I know Margaret's family were rooting for us, all the guys I was playing with felt that way and we were hustling and picking each other up and playin just as hard as we could. I saw a lot of good in people that day.... not just on the ballfield.....I'll remember it forever
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