My father's passing. left a wife with no job and three young children behind. Looking back, I don't know how we survived. Mom never worked, and was forced into the role of bread winner without any kind of warning.
In August, just before school started again, Miss Day, my third grade teacher came to the house and picked me up to take me to the park. Once we got there, she opened her trunk and took out two baseball gloves and a ball.
Silent game of catch. No words exchanged. None at all. But the message was clear. She understood what I was feeling. The abandonment, the anger, the sadness, the sense of loss. She didn't have to say anything to comfort me. Just her simple act of throwing me the ball, teaching me how to plant my foot before throwing it back to her was enough. This lady KNEW. She knew I didn't want to hear anymore "I'm sorry's". She knew that all I wanted to do was learn how to throw a ball.
Before we left, she gave me a gift. It was a poster. On it was a picture of a sunset on a beach. At the bottom was a saying.....
"I do not need the courage to carry on, just the strength to understand."
There were others that offered kindness in their own way, but Miss Day will forever be the one to stand out for her simple actions for a 9 year old boy who just lost his father. Who's world had just been flipped upside down. Who didn't want to hear anymore "I'm Sorry's". A boy who just wanted to be left alone and throw a baseball in the park.
Let's go throw a ball, ColdinWisconsin.
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