Picking Myself Up
At times, I compare Life to Baseball, sometimes we strike out, get hit with hard balls, slide in to bases or hit home runs. We can't predict what the game of life will be like, all we can do is play our best and hope for a win. It has been a lesson for me to learn, no matter what hard balls I get thrown at me, I have to shake it off and keep playing the game. Over the past few weeks, I have had many hard balls thrown at me and I was ready to give up and throw in the towel. I knew I needed to take a time out, to think about things. I had to make a decision about my writing, if I would continue writing or quit. I hate to be a quitter and nobody likes a quitter. I lost a good friend last week, he was a talented writer and wrote a column for the local newspaper for years. Shock consumed me and I felt frozen for a few days. I found out that he took his own life, it made me feel as if, I were standing at a pitchers mount and someone hit me in the face with a baseball. At fi...