Miracles do Happen

 

Nothing to do with travel, but felt led to post this.  Mississippi:  where we live, the bottom on all the good lists, and the top of all the bad ones.  It seems we never do anything the right way.  That can be said for everything from race, to politics, to health care, whatever.

But, our little community did one thing right.  We built a Miracle League field.  If you don’t know what that is you can click on the link for the full story.  The short story is that it’s a specially constructed baseball field for the handicapped. The entire field is a rubber compound which makes it difficult to get injured in a fall.  It took a while for the idea to come to fruition, but it’s now a reality.

Wanda and I attended the second round of games this past Saturday.  I didn’t take a camera, but a dear friend did and posted many pictures on Facebook.  I grabbed a few of them for this blog.

The Miracle league is for everyone.  Young and old, black or white, mentally of physically handicapped. Volunteers from the community college, local schools, and civic organizations show up to join in the fun and serve as mentors to the players if needed.

There’s not many words that can describe what we experienced while watching three games.  There was a game between the older guys and the local college football team.  You can guess who lost.

           

The other two games were for the younger, or more gifted.  Here’s a few moments for your enjoyment.

                           

       

 

 

 

                        

                      

Did you notice a similarity among most all the photo’s?

Maybe, the smiles?  Everyone was having a blast.  From age’s young or old, male or female, black or white.  It didn’t matter.  Isn’t it amazing what a simple thing like a baseball field can do for a community?

It could be said that our leaders should visit a Miracle League game, or two.  They might learn something.

Got a trip on the horizon.  Hope to be blogging about that soon…………jc