The picture of strength

C6DB1757-552E-4E1E-9E62-95538DA43341

So this happened yesterday. My kiddo was at bat, and the pitcher beaned him right on the elbow. The ball hit him so hard it left marks from the seams of the ball. Wow! Everyone watching gasped at the same time.

He sat out for a little while after he got beaned, but then again was up to bat. If he had said that he couldn’t, that would have been counted as an out and the game would have been over.

No one would have blamed him for the out, but he could not do it. He got up and went to the batters box. He played through the immense pain. He wasn’t scared, and did not jump out of the batters box. He struck out and the game was over, but he went down swinging.

Even after losing the game, he had a smile on his face. I asked him if he was ok and he told me that he was proud of himself for staying in to and trying, no matter the result.

How different would we be if we, even though we are in pain, and the deck is stacked against us, we kept going? How different would it be if we didn’t let the fear of being hurt again stop us from trying? How good would it feel to be proud of yourself?

Yes, you will get hurt in life. But the feeling of pride is so much sweeter than the feelings of fear.

Go be awesome.

Let the nightmares begin!!! Film News Roundup: Lorraine Toussaint, Dean Norris, Gil Bellows Join ‘Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark’ — Variety

In today’s film news roundup, “Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark” adds to its cast, AFM announces its programming, “Bullit County” gets a release, and “1985” will open NewFest. CASTINGS CBS Films and eOne have hired Lorraine Toussaint, Dean Norris, and Gil Bellows for the “Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark” movie. The…

via Film News Roundup: Lorraine Toussaint, Dean Norris, Gil Bellows Join ‘Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark’ — Variety

Come together, right now …

Beatles reference. Gotta love it! Yesterday was 9/11. It is a day that is full of so many memories.

I was a sophomore  in college. I was leaving my 7:30 am archery class when I got a call from a friend. One of his siblings worked in DC at the time and he was panicking.

After trying to calm him down, I got home and got ready for work. I was sitting in the living room watching the news coverage. I could take my eyes off it. I kept thinking that it was a horrible mistake. The thought of terrorism didn’t cross my mind until 9:03 am.

At 9:03 am, the United States changed. There was fear that has never gone away completely. There was also something else that happened that day.

There was a feeling of connection to the victims. I am not a New Yorker. I have never been to New York, but I plan to go one day. On that day, my heart was broken for all New Yorkers. Corny, I know, but it’s true. Everyone wanted to show support and love to everyone that was suffering that day.

Oh, how times have changed. Today, we are divided. Divided over the smallest things. Freaking shoes has everyone’s panties in a bunch. Do I support that kneeling? No. I really don’t care what anyone hasn’t to say about that. Do I feel proud that I live in a country where you allowed to protest? You’re damn skippy!

But today, you have to take a side. You have to either kneel or stand. I have loved ones that are Republicans and some that are Democrats. I tend to see both sides.

“She’s using 9/11 to get all political.” Settle down Sally.  I say all of that to say this. I miss the days where we were together. No matter how brief it was, I miss that time.

There were terrorists out to get us. That wanted to hurt and destroy us. Well folks, we are doing that ourselves. We are trying to destroy those that hold different views from us. We are doing the destroying. We want to hurt and destroy others for their beliefs. Sound familiar?

People will have different opinions  and that’s great. I love having an all out argument with a friend or a family member about this policy and, at the end, still loving the other person, because we aren’t just that, people that need to be loved.

Please put the protest signs down and quit screaming at each other long enough to remember that seventeen years ago, people lost spouses, children lost parents, and a nation stood together, heartbroken but together.