It’s no secret that we are going through a very difficult financial time.
We are not out of the woods.
But I do have faith that we will get there.
That there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
Some of the light comes from unexpected opportunities.
And some of it comes from people.
Now it’s also no secret that I have some concerns with the local little league program here in town.
But I do have to acknowledge something.
Number 3 is playing on two baseball teams.
A team in the rec league and also a travel team.
The cost for the rec league team is around $100.
I asked the GIC if there was any sort of financial aid available.
And the league has covered 100% of the cost.
For that, I am grateful.
Because of the uniforms, and the number of games, and the tournament fees, travel baseball is much more expensive than rec league baseball.
It’s $250 for the season.
When a spot unexpectedly opened up for Number 3 on the team, I wasn’t going to say no to that.
But I wasn’t sure how I was going to pay for it either.
The league had already covered the cost for one team. I didn’t want to ask for more.
Two Fridays ago, I was supposed bring a check to practice.
I didn’t have one. I stalled and told the coach that it was coming.
I had to find a way to scrape the money together.
Then, I had a talk with my parents.
I would borrow the money from them.
On Saturday the league held a Family Fun Day as a fundraiser.
We were there as a family, having fun and volunteering.
So was Number 3’s travel coach.
My parents had come to help out, and my dad had a blank check for me to give to the coach.
I wasn’t sure who to make it out to, so I went to ask Number 3’s coach.
He pulled me aside.
“Um…It’s taken care of,” he told me. “If you’re comfortable with that,” he added.
I just looked at him.
Not what I expected.
Number 3’s coach must not know me very well.
My pride flew out the window a long time ago.
Of course, I am comfortable accepting help. I’ve become an expert at it in the past six months.
And of course, I started bawling.
Number 3’s poor coach wasn’t quite sure what to do.
“Don’t cry,” he said. “Don’t cry.”
So I thanked him through the ugly cry, and walked to the car to collect myself.
Like I said, there is a light at the end of the tunnel, and some of it comes in the form of people.
There are still some really incredible people out there in the world.
And I am very grateful that one of those people is Number 3’s travel baseball coach.
Score another one for the Good Guys.
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