When I played JV softball in highschool, I was one of the "cuts". But my love for my father, and wanting to remember him, and feel close to the things we loved, motivated me to talk to the coach. I told him I knew he had cut me as in the try outs, the players he picked were better. I asked him if he would tell me where I was weak, and if I commited to training harder and longer and also more comprehensively than the other girls, if he would allow me on the team. He said yes.
He didn't know why I'd left track & field, when I was much better than my peers. I knew, and he didn't need to know. He only needed the yield.
I changed my diet and changed my electives, taking extra nutrition & weights classes, in order to win. I started out as mostly benched, but he'd always use me for pinch hit or pinch run. He'd throw me into Center Field at the end of the game, knowing R & L could account for my weakness, even if I missed a play, and usually after he already knew we'd won the game. By the end of the season, I was Starting Center, and we won State.
I loved that season, and everything about it, except for I had a large internal reaction that I couldn't be #28, and that another girl had that number. My subconscious wanted to connect to home, in any way I could.
December 2022 I spoke to Sgt Smith, who told me he speaks to Art, and that Art was well. He told me he'd connect with me within a week, and all has fallen into a black oasis, which I know Art, and his side of the family, would disapprove of.
That which you are seeking, is causing you to seek.
What you want, wants you too.
That's how it works, when you're in alignment.
All good things, accelerate in time, pace, tempo.
Truth always prevails.
My heart sends so much love out to everyone in Ontario from before 1985. I trust I'll be back home in a matter of months.
I'm excited to know I'll be sitting in a Blue Jays stadium again, cheering my team on.
