Both of my younger brothers play softball. They’re still holding onto the dream! They seem to be having fun and that’s what counts. Softball doesn’t really do it for me. The ball is pretty big and I’m thinking that it would hurt if it bounced off your face or something. Actually, my fear of softball goes way back. Way back in “the day" when I was a youngster and I had a bad experience. That experience led me to learn a hard lesson about forgiving. It sounds weird, but it’s true. Softball and forgiveness. It goes together for me. You can check out the story in video bar (piece #3).
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Eric- eyes, eyes, your body is out of control! I can just see Gramma,talking about church stuff and not paying attention, and then yelling at you! That's good stuff!
By the way, did you need cue cards for that? Your probobaly easier to videotape than Josh is!
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