Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Warmed-over Wednesday

I was inspired recently when my assistant editor came up with the idea to do Retro Tuesday at Real Teen Faith... an opportunity to repost some of the most popular pieces.

Cool, I thought, I can do that here. We'll call it Warmed-over Wednesday. It doesn't sound as cool, but trust me... it's as cool... or as warm... as it can get.

"If you manage to stay calm in a situation when everyone around you is panicking, you probably don't understand the situation." - Unknown

The past few days have been a whirlwind. Sometimes life throws curveballs at us. I can handle curveballs. But when life throw curveballs at the ones I love... that's when it's hard.

If I could, I'd reach my hand out and stop the curveball. But I'm not God. (Not to mention I was never athletic. Seriously. Don't even ask me to tell you the softball story. It's just sad.)

If I could, I'd pitch the ball in a straight line and send it right over home plate for you. Then I'd watch you bang it out of the park. I'd cheer you on as you rounded the bases and did the chicken dance. Or whatever dance made us laugh the hardest.

But the curveballs are coming one at a time, slowly and precisely, grazing your head and leaving that bewildered look in your eye.

Life's not playing by the rules. At least not the rules we'd like to it to.

I just want you to know I'm here for you. I wish it was me, standing there... holding that heavy bat and taking my best awkward swing at Life. I wish I could do this for you. I can't.

But you can.

You can hit that ball. And when you do, I'll be here... cheering you on. I'll scream your name as you round the last base... and break into the chicken dance.

Dance baby, dance.

4 comments:

Sarah said...

Awesome post, BJ! I am non-athletic as well. :) I would like to hear your softball story! ;)

Halee said...

Aww, glad I could help! Yeah.. talk about an awkward swing, I seriously couldn't even hit the ball when I was a kid.

Then, this year, I realized I should be batting left-handed. I'm a southpaw.. who knew? And then I actually hit the ball.. several times. It was amazing really. And naturally I broke into my own crazy dance out of pure joy. Joy at hitting a ball.. weird, yes... but I was delighted.

BJ Hamrick said...

LOL, Sarah, I warned you not to ask. It involved an older sister who said, "Don't be afraid of the ball! You! Stand right there!"... and then promptly broke my nose with a curveball. Nice :)

Halee - Haha - that's amazing! Maybe I should try that...

Abbie said...

Loved this post. It made me want to get back out in the game, despite my un-athletic-ness, and just swing away.

(Reminds me of the movie "Signs"... "Swing away, Merrill. Swing away.")

I know all about waiting--for the right guy, for high school to end, for my boobs to come in (two out of three ain't bad).


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