My wife prevailed over me again and I found myself driving to the local ice cream shop to get her favorite. As I pulled up to the parking lot, it was packed which was startling. The shop parking has never been more than a third packed in my experience. When I walked up to the door it became apparent why the shop was so inundated. A group of women of varying age were standing just inside the doorway. They wore denim blue tee shirts with words Trading Bases printed in black on the front and a number on the back. The line that they formed wound all the way to the entrance. I merely had to open the door and I was in line. To
The women were all talking in enthusiastic victorious chatter. Clearly they had won the game and were here to celebrate the victory. Scurrying about the legs of everyone in the ice cream shop were a myriad of children. The children were chased by the corresponding myriad of fathers, grandfathers, and grandmothers. Exasperation was on the face of a few of the fathers. The fathers were trying to catch the eyes of their wives trying in vain to pass off the kids back to the women. But the mothers in blue ignored or were oblivious to the attempted hand offs of children. The ecstasy was pulsating of the Trading Bases players. Life can best be summed up in this one moment in the ice cream shop. Even when life seems to want to drag you back down into it you have a choice to resist it. We join a team or start a group in order to get out of life's grip. We need to feel as though we still got something to give us more purpose than raising kids and working. Sometimes we get to feel that purpose pulsating through your body. Hold on to it try not to let go.
