My journey on becoming a full-fledged “Sports Agnostic” began with Little League baseball in the early seventies as a ten-year-old. Maybe it was my less than athletic prowess or the fact that I never developed the skills many of my friends achieved with such admirable effectiveness. The basics, hitting, running and ball catching eluded me as I learned to be quite the bench-warmer in my early youth. I think back to my schoolyard days and the regret and shame I internalized of not being good enough to be selected for either team for the lunchtime slap ball game. Numerous rejections relegated me and a couple of the boys to the sidelines until we finally accepted the fact that being one of the chosen athletes was in the statistical category of “slim to none”. I could blame my dad for not taking the time to help me hone my skills, or I could blame my flat-footed feet or even the childhood asthma attacks I endured, but for some reason, I never got the hang of being a full-fledged, team
Short essays with #heartwarming, feel-good insights. My hope and prayer are that these articles, from one man’s perspective, might encourage all to live a life of love, and truth, to be encouraged to speak out against injustice. Most of all I believe all of us are born with dignity, an imprint of the Divine Source of Love who created us to recognize and share this light of love.