In this Journal, I will attempt to strip away my protective veneer to view and communicate honestly what the truth is as I perceive it. My intent is to grow, for without an honest evaluation of the truth, how else can one fully absorb life's more difficult lessons and benefit by them. If I do this in secret, then I am still hiding behind a protective veneer, so it is being published online. If you find this Journal, you are welcome to read it and hopefully grow from it as well.



Wednesday, May 21, 2014

"He's Pretty Spry For A Guy My Age"

Last night over the phone Anne's and my 44 year old son Kevin told us his son Brody, age 8 and seven of Brody's teammates on the Red Sox had just finished their baseball practice.

There were split into two teams of four players and the coach pitched to both teams. Brody slammed one of the pitches right back at the coach.

The coach dodged the ball and wound up on his back, although Kevin said he was humorously hamming it up. "He's pretty spry for a guy my age," Kevin said with a laugh.

Brody was excited to hit a home run on that play and it sounded like everyone had a good time.

Dick
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