The Debt.

Going to see the debt tonight with Jessica from class.  We learned a little bit about medical research in different classes-- medical history, medical ethics and medical law. 


I hope the film is good. 

Line.

There is not a book that tells you when to stop. When to tap out and leave the game, whatever game that may be. In some ways, we search our whole lives attempting to figure out which battles to fight, which hills to die on, and when to turn the other cheek.

Many poets, songwriters and lovers tell endless stories about the struggle between the 'heart' and the mind. Many lives were lived focusing on satisfying one over the other. Romeo, Juliet, Hitler, Spartans and Martin Luther King, Jr. But where was the line that they found... where is that spot in the sand... when was the moment that they decided they needed to stop? and why?

I think it is possible to spend your entire life loving somebody who does not even know you exist-- hello, have you ever heard a country song?!

Seriously though... where is that line? How many times can a person be shrugged off before they stop attempting to be a friend?

Playing 2nd

It felt oddly familiar, like the smell of your mother's perfume coming from a stranger on the bus. Sure, I was not the best second-baseman who ever took the field but I made a couple of safe plays and was proud of our first victory this season. There is something to be said about remaining classy when given the opportunity to exploit a situation. In general, the ability to refrain from exploiting others distinguishes good and evil. On the softball field, it separates fun and misery.

I appreciate the other team for their ability to remain classy while we were down players. Sure, in the end, a little exploitation, a couple extra stolen bases when playing against a team with a limp, would have flipped the score and they could have walked away with the better record, but instead they walked away with pride.

After all, softball really is not all that important... especially when playing in the super social league during 105 degree heat.

ADORABLE

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3rd Base

It was not the third base that every high school boy brags to his friends about arriving to on a Friday night. It is a position on the baseball diamond and my most feared position on that field. I have a healthy fear of line dives, broken teeth and a discomfort for the left line of white chalk.

I did alright, not exactly well but satisfactory nonetheless. It felt like every ball was hit to my side. Admittedly, my nerves allowed a few more to get pass than my skill level would have allowed. A couple of practices may have helped but there is nothing like the rush of being tossed into the deep end without ever having swam before. I liked the responsibility, the effort that was needed to push the ball over to first, and the comfort of the closeness to home plate.

We lost. We have lost all games. In many ways, I am good at losing—able to appreciate the successes that we did have and supporting the concept of a developmental season. The funny thing about leadership is and will always be, the many different leadership styles.

Is it still raining everywhere you are?

Pouring tragedy and flooding your days? Overwhelming your thoughts and clouding judgement?

I hope it bends before it breaks.

Dog days

He wakes me up every morning at 630 without fail, keeping me responsible and ensuring a headache (and necessitating an afternoon nap) if I stay out too late. This morning he was pushing a toy into my face, wagging his tail with excitement, reminding me that happiness is the excitement of a new day full of play.

We take a long walk, showing him off to my hood and pursuing morning coffee along the way. A woman asks, does he bite and I say, no, he kisses. Then he goes for her face. My dad calls him my best friend in Texas and it is true.