I'd read that story before, and Kate found it on a link to one of Misswissa friends, so I stole it! I love it. Brings a whole different perspective to sitting in front of the school for 20 minutes while Jack worried a hangnail.
Love is the most important thing in the world, but baseball is pretty good too. ~Greg, age 8
The other sports are just sports. Baseball is a love. ~Bryant Gumbel, 1981
That's the true harbinger of spring, not crocuses or swallows returning to Capistrano, but the sound of a bat on a ball. ~Bill Veeck, 1976
Strikeouts are boring - besides that, they're fascist. Throw some ground balls. More democratic. ~From the movie Bull Durham
Baseball players are smarter than football players. How often do you see a baseball team penalized for too many men on the field? ~Jim Bouton, 1988
WELCOME TO HOLLAND by Emily Perl Kingsley
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability – to try to help people who have not shared the unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this:When you are going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip – to Italy. You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. Michelangelo' s "David." The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The flight attendant comes and says, "Welcome to Holland." "Holland?" you say. "What do you mean, Holland? I signed up for Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."But there's been a change in the flight plans. They've landed in Holland, and there you must stay. The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.So you must go out and buy new guidebooks. You must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy.But after you've been there awhile and you catch your breath, you look around and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills, Holland has tulips, Holland even has Rembrandts.But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy, and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say, "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."And the pain of that will never, ever, ever go away, because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss. But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things about Holland.
4 comments:
what a beautiful and touching picture. it gave me goosebumps up and down my arms. he sounds like he was a very great man.
way cool article to the right. amazing analogy.
He was an amazing man. That pic is my favorite...his whole funeral was like that!
I'd read that story before, and Kate found it on a link to one of Misswissa friends, so I stole it! I love it. Brings a whole different perspective to sitting in front of the school for 20 minutes while Jack worried a hangnail.
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