It’s been a rough day for me. Just been feeling rather blue, although tonight there was some ray of light glistening through the darkness of the clouds overhead. I was at a Lexington Legends baseball game, and one of the players hit a major foul ball that went up into the rafters to the right of me. Not really fully paying attention, I realize how close the ball happens to be, as my friends around me started to either duck, or attempt to catch the ball. While I’m still seated, I just reach up and snag the ball, with NO effort at all. Slightly amused and intrigued by my rather ill-timed luck, I gave a quick chuckle. Then, I notice how the kids in front of me were trying so hard to catch the ball. At that point, I thought, “You know, every little boy out here should have one of their own foul balls from a baseball game like this.” Without any extra thought put into it, I had the little boys the ball, and told them to take care of it. This shocked the father of the children, and everyone around me. Did they not expect me to be selfless? Other than breaking someone’s window, what was I going to do with the baseball? I’d much rather make someone happy by giving it to them and letting them have something to treasure. I know that that family will treasure it, especially when I didn’t have to give them the ball.
It’s just a nice, warm, fuzzy feeling that I don’t get to feel too often, and I enjoyed it. And they did so, as well.