Nice Story

Sorry about the spacing in yesterday’s post. Sometimes (most of the time) blogger messes with my spacing.

I am cutting the material for Trucker’s quilt. I cut all the fat quarters into blocks and strips several weeks ago. Now I am cutting all the sashing (the strips that will go in between the squares). I have to cut 340 sashing strips! I have never made a quilt that required that much cutting before. I will be glad when I can finally start sewing on this beast! Now that I am re-reading this, I have no idea why I just shared that with you. I guess it was on my mind when I started typing.

I heard a heart warming story today that I will share with you. Last night the Minnesota Twins beat the Detroit Tigers. Today a sports media guy was interviewing one of the Tiger players. I did not catch his name. The player was telling about a young boy he visited in the hospital one day this summer. The little boy’s name was Noah and he was in the hospital with cancer.

When the player was getting ready to leave the hospital Noah asked him if he would hit a home run for him in that night’s game. The player said he was trying to avoid having Noah ask him that because obviously you cannot promise a home run. He handled it very well, I thought. He told Noah that he would try his hardest, and if he did hit a homer, he would be thinking about him.

The player’s first time up to bat that night – he hit a homer after having two strikes called against him. I got to see the replay of the homer and what happened afterwards at this point in the interview. After the Tiger player trotted the bases, touched home plate, he showed his fore arm. On his fore arm he had written NOAH in big bold letters. The rest of his team mates knew the whole Noah story so they were all high fiving and hugging the home run hitter. Next they showed the Tiger player at the end of the dugout by himself; crying. He said he could not handle the emotion of it all. He did not understand why he was so gifted and able to get paid to play a game when a little boy had to lay in the hospital and await his death.

Next the sports media guy asked the Tiger player if he was disappointed in losing last night’s game. I hate those questions, of course he was disappointed. The player handled it quite well. He responded that yes, he was disappointed. He played to win. He then went on to say that he has to remember that it is just a game. Many people have many bigger issues to deal with in life than losing a game.

What a guy! Listening to him talk was tear jerking, but so very true. I know many professional athletes feel this same way, I just wish we could hear more of those stories.

I was going to show you a picture of our fall colors up here, but blogger is way too slow. Maybe tomorrow.