In 1982 I was 14 and played in Pembroke's baseball league for the Phillies. What an amazing team that was. I was the lead off batter, I played first base and our team was undefeated that year. There was only one other team that kind of came close to us and we played them in finals. The A's had two very good pitchers and it kept the finals them kind of close.
I was in left field in the last inning of the last game of the finals. When the last out happened, the whole team went into celebration pileup around the pitcher mound.But I can see in head what happened. As I was jogging in and smiling. I felt it kind of silly to be jumping into a celebration pileup. I never threw my worries or embarrassment of whatnot to the side to be in this moment. I haven't been on a moment like this since. I probably should have not cared about whatever I was seemingly concerned with. Was I concerned with being seen doing the jump in the pileup? Was I embarrassed to get into the celebration? I guess... I'm not sure.
It seems to be how I approach my life. I either don't feel like or don't want to fell like the "what's everyone else doing" crew. It could be that I just feel different to a point. I mean I can get with a group and play a great game. But I'm always trying to find a way that the crew is taking something somewhere, a different way. When the whole group is leaving a place they choose to go this way. I want to find another way.
Would I be alone all my life or would I find the niche in life and make something special happen?
God Bless!
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