When I was in college, I was asked by a friend/workmate to help him move furniture one evening, and would have absolutely done so had I not had a baseball game that evening (I played college ball and the summer game was a critical one). I ended up having the greatest game of my life that night, getting a pair of singles and pair of three-run homers (each pair from opposite sides of the plate). The second homer was a game-winner the last inning - it seemed so surreal as I rounded the bases. After an excitement-driven sleepless night, I drove to work to tell my friend about my game, and was told that he was killed in a car accident the previous night - helping his brother move furniture with another friend. I was shocked, stunned, basically numb. I later felt that it was no coincidence that I had the greatest game of my life the night I most certainly would have died, and have continued to live each day as if it were to be my last - trying to be a positive influence in this crazy world.
2007-06-23
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