This is one of my favorite pictures of all time–not because it is such a great picture, but because of the memory. We had just moved to California a few weeks before. Josh (slugging down the A & W and sporting the sweet fighter jet T shirt) was 7. He was in the early stages of getting acclimated to a new community and seeking out new friends. We saw an ad for a baseball clinic and showed up not knowing anyone. He was one of the youngest and definitely the newest–a pretty overwhelming situation for a little guy. I stayed with him to make sure everything went all right. It did–until they picked teams for a scrimmage. My heart broke as Josh waited and waited for someone to pick the new kid. No one did. He was picked last. The game was tied until the very end, when up comes (you guessed it) the kid no one wanted. With the flair of a Disney-script, Josh drove in the winning run with a smash up the middle. His smile (and pizza stained face) say it all. Great memory with my son.
When You Are Picked Last
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joanne Walker
April 30, 2013 at 4:40 pm
So good to have you back and sharing memories ans.lessons of life. Pays to never give up!
chadzaucha
May 1, 2013 at 10:41 am
Thank you. Good to be back. I need to take some new pictures.
Bill Torgerson (@BillTorg)
May 1, 2013 at 9:51 am
Boy, that is a great story! I can’t help but think about the kid who strikes out in that spot. Ugggg! It’s so hard to be little.
chadzaucha
May 1, 2013 at 10:40 am
Yeah, Torgie, I agree. This is the real world, and it does include disappointments. I guess that makes the victories that much sweeter and challenges us as adults to find contentment in something greater than achievement.
Philip. 4:11 (NIV)
I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances.
Velma J. Whaley
May 8, 2013 at 6:36 am
What a great “real life” story. He is a son to be proud of, no matter what.