Caleb had a double header the other night. They’d played two games this season and lost both going into it. That did not sit well with Cal. He has a very hard time with losing. We’ve worked on it in therapy for years, but he’s still got the worst attitude out there. It was funny as he hit a grounder to the pitcher who threw the lead runner out at second. This meant that Caleb was safe at first. He threw his arms up in the air and started jumping up and down.
OMG… We were dying… It’s good to see him so excited, but he’s going to have to really grasp the whole concept of the game soon. The other team had a woman coach. She would come out and coach first base, which was right in front of where we were sitting. I’m not shitting you: she was the total doppelganger for my friend, Pandi. I even took a picture and text it to her. I watched this girl and I was so impressed. She was in decent shape, but not great. But she had this confidence about her. A confidence that allows her to go out in front of everyone and coach a group of kids. There’s no way I could do that right now. My confidence, in everything, is shattered. This lady was an inspiration, though. I just imagined being able to throw on sports shorts, a tee-shirt, throw my hair up, and have not a care in the world. I’ve been thinking a lot about that, since that night. Anyway, Cal’s team tied that game, and then they won their next game. He was pretty damn pumped. He had to explain to us that they were now, 1-2-1. Haha. All about numbers with that kid.
Ryne was scheduled to pitch last night. We weren’t sure if he’d be playing, as the weather forecast was calling for a nasty storm. I was just about to leave work, when I received a tornado warning on my phone. We determined that I’d be okay going my way home. As I was on my drive the weather kept getting worse and worse, but behind me always looked worse than what I thought I was seeing ahead. (The picture if from before everything started to get super insane). It started to get really terrible. It sounded like bombs were going off
beside me. I was literally in the middle of nowhere. I was looking for a church or anything to pull into, but I was on the 2 lane country roads, completely surrounded by corn. After a while, it started raining so hard that I couldn’t see
anything. The sound of the rain on the top of my car was so eerie. I started getting blown around the road a bit. I don’t know how much of it was from the wind and how much from all of the water on the road. I just knew I was going to wreck…I was going to wreck, and then someone was going to hit me. I just kept hoping I’d make it to this little town of Stillman Valley (which I later heard
had a tornado warning specific to their town). I was so happy to finally get into
town, but as soon as I did the sky started to clear up. I’d gone through the worst part. It was easily one of the scariest moments of my life. I was so wiped once I got home, after the adrenaline wore off, I slept for 2 ½ hours. I probably would’ve slept longer, but HP called, and the phone woke me up.
Anyway, I honestly thought there was a chance I was going to die yesterday. I know it sounds dramatic, but fucking A…. Scary, scary stuff. The weirdest thing for me about it all, was when I look back on it, I don’t remember praying…. I try to pray at least twice a day, sometimes more, sometimes I actually forget. But really I credit God for all of the good in my life. But in my time of need, I don’t remember turning to him. I find that very unsettling.
I ended up having a really nice chat with HP, as always. There are very few
people in our lives that really get us and love us no matter what. I’m so lucky that she’s one of those people for me.
Well, the weather is cleared up today, in many ways :)I hope you all are having a wonderful day. 1 more day to Friday. Whoot
Thankful to be