How could I forget?

The kids who don’t have the instincts of an athlete, yet bravely take their turn at bat, unsure whether to hope for four unmistakable balls or pray for a miraculous hit. I love them, too, and admire them for having the guts to do what I was always too afraid to as a child. Over the years, I’ve seen their persistence and dedication pay off. It’s a beautiful thing.

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