This week’s Monday morning feel good moment is brought to you by Coach R.

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.

Yes. Two.

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.

At all.

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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