I think, even after our days of little league sports are over, we have moments of doubt and moments of triumph. I watch my children fall, get up, and begin again. Every emotion that carries them through the moment is fleeting. They hurt, they cry, they feel better. And I learn from them.

We’re a team and we help each other shoot for the goal. Even when the ball goes wide the excitement of “nearly” and the thrill of the game make life worth living.

Thanks for sharing this touching story.