I was a 20-year-old college student playing in a city-league softball tournament. I was having a bad game and was becoming more frustrated with myself as each inning passed. In my final at-bat I got out…again. I was so mad that I threw the bat down and yelled in frustration. Then I remembered that my friends were there, along with their two young sons. I was very close with this family, and the boys were young and impressionable. They were cheering me on and witnessed every bit of my outburst. Our words… Read More