C.E.F.H.C.L.

I sat with a man and his son in a booth at a restaurant.

As he begin telling his story I was immediately drawn in

to his relatable tale about a young boy playing baseball.

I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was sad,

but this was a sadness that I had never seen before.

This was neither a regretful sadness nor a bitter sadness.

This sadness was not because he had given up his dream prematurely,

or because he was caught up in the glory of success.

This boy played because he loved the game.

He did everything he could to play from the time that he was able,

‘til the time he was forced to quit.

He didn’t care about the weather or the time of day,

he simply cared that he was playing ball on that field.

He had no regrets about his playing days.

He didn’t play with a care or a worry.

He claimed that he wasn’t very good but that nothing could’ve stopped him,

He didn’t measure his success by his statistics.

He had the heart of a lion.

After his short ballad ended, I was touched.

It is so often that we find ourselves living in a regretful state of what we failed to attempt.

This man put his soul into a game where he was barely mediocre.

As I looked at him I noticed two things;

That he had clear eyes and a full heart with no regrets.