Friday, June 11, 2010
My son is an All Star. His name is not printed on a piece of paper or etched in a $5.00 trophy that collects dust. His compassion and wisdom is etched in my heart. We just wrapped up the baseball season and with that comes the responsibility of the players to vote for the opposing teams players for THE ALL STARS! Brandon looked beyond the ability to catch a ball or to bat a home run. He decided to vote for a player who had a physical disability...a boy who limped around all the bases and got thrown out on first base every single time. Brandon said, "Mom, I voted for him because he had courage to even play. He had courage to run the bases with a limp, in front of everyone. To me that is an all star." God, I love that boy!