May
18, 2014
My
instead: I interrupted a neighborhood whiffle ball game just so I could have a
bat!
My
friend Kelly and I went out for a late lunch and we were feeling a bit sluggish
from our carbohydrate-filled meals. When we got back to her house, I suggested
that the two of us walk off some of our “guilt”. She leashed up her dog Bart so
he could join us on our journey.
We
were only two houses down the road when we spotted two boys playing a little
game of whiffle ball. As we continued to walk on by, I paused and yelled to them
asking if they were brothers. They said “NO!” “Are you cousins?” They answered “No,
we’re just friends”. I said “Well, you guys sure look like you’re related”. By then, I was standing in the yard and
decided to ask them if I could have a bat. They graciously obliged me, but were
probably thinking that Grandma here was losing her marbles…and maybe she was!
I
asked Kelly to hold my phone and take the usual photos while I busied myself
revisiting my youth. Aviston was the pitcher and Kyle was the catcher. I told
them I was Mary. Aviston’s dad came outside and we were all chatting about the
hazards of playing whiffle ball. I was swinging away and was actually getting a
few descent hits. When I finally got one last good hit, I handed the bat to Kyle
and gave him a “high-five”.
I
walked off the “field” and joined Kelly and Bart in the street to continue our
walk. I looked over at Kelly and said that it’s as simple as that! It’s not
rocket science and it may not change the world. Just take a moment and make it your
own.
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