Forgetting Who I Am

If I were to write a book on my journeys in baseball.. i’d probably have to write 3 volumes worth.. a trilogy of the funniest/ weirdest/ saddest/ and best stories you’ve ever heard.. my parents and friends have been bugging me to start writing these stories down as a side job to my already ongoing project.. if any of you remember any stories that you want to hear.. let me know.. i have gone to college with many of you and many have been there through my pro ball career.. let me know what you remember about my life around the diamond.. 

Hope glistened through the clouds on this journey I’ve found. Twisting and dark roads have now led to this chamber of hope.. Light seeps through the end of this tunnel as my eyes try to focus in the brightness. It’s been awhile since these eyes have seen anything and they must adjust to the light. My hands callused and bleeding, my heart now slows its beat. I wipe the sweat with my tattered shirt and begin to look around. I realize that the road is still tough. The journey is far from over.. but at least this time.. It’s light outside