As you get older, you begin to recognize the priceless blessings God bestows on us. I was reminded of this very thing last week. My grandson, Lincoln, and I were touring Savannah, GA. Before we left Texas, Lincoln got specific instructions on how to keep his pitching arm in good shape. Baseball season is starting and last week was a preparation week for baseball players of all ages.
I booked a historical walking tour that met in Warren Square near the Savannah River. The tour got a late start due to the time change, so Lincoln and I broke out our ball and gloves to play catch in the square, which is really a grassy field protected by old trees. We played for about thirty minutes until my fingers ached from the pitches he threw.
There was an Asian-American family standing on the other side of the square watching us play ball. After we put our ball and gloves away, we walked over to them. As I suspected, they were there for the same tour. A middle-aged or older couple with their fifteen-year-old son told us they were from San Francisco but moved to New York City recently.
As the tour guide started the tour, the boys walked together while we older folks brought up the rear. The mom told me she was born in China and came to the USA later in life. As she recalled her life in China, tears filled her eyes. She said her father and mother were older when she was born. By the time her own son got old enough to play baseball, her father had already passed away. She could not stop her tears because “my son never played ball with his grandpa.”
