Choose Fear or Hope
The choice between Fear and Hope had to be made early on. This doesn’t mean that I haven’t been scared during the past 6 months. It just means that I’ve tried to live my life the same way I would if I had two good eyes.
I’ll never forget going to one of Colin’s pre-season baseball games. It was less than two weeks after surgery. Connie urged me to go and I’m glad she did. Of course, she had to drive and then lead me to the field. I couldn’t see a dang thing even with my finger propping one eye open, as we looked into the late afternoon sun. People had to tell me who was playing which position. But, I was there.
The fowl balls put everyone on edge, except me. The crack of the bat and smell of grass was all that I needed. I was happy to shout Go #17, Go Wagner, nice job Colin!
I chose Hope!