Boys . . . again, a different time). He’s not a great ball player, but he wanted to help. Today, I still play competitive men’s softball here in Winter
Garden, and I get to hear my parents’ voices behind the backstop cheering
me on. They gain joy from watching me play . . . but nowhere near the joy
I feel knowing they are able to still be there—and they choose to be. I am
blessed.
Someone once said that 85% of life is showing up. My parents’ presence
speaks volumes. My Y H[