I was going through some old folders, the same one where I found the making of Time – A Short Story (I’d love for you to check that out, Part I, Part II and Part III are here, well, there if you follow those links). The thing about this week’s story is that I never played baseball and never really wanted to but my dad?

Well, he’s another story.

To hear him and my grandparents tell it, sky was the limit for him. He played with the older kids because he intimidated his age group – and the kids he did play with…they didn’t like it either.

He was that good.

So, this is a sort of homage to my “pops.” He cannot read it, he is no longer with us.

I hope he passed knowing I loved him.

This may not be exactly his story – but it could be yours or someone you know.

Do not let your fear or disappointment keep you from being what God made you.