25 cent hot dog night. Free tickets from a friend. Someone coming to look at the house. Just a few of the excuses we found for going to the Lynchburg Hillcats game tonight. There could have been as many reasons not to go, including the chilly 53 degree temperatures at game time. Nothing a blanket and some snuggles can not cure. (Cole's head is the one poking out, while Logan is buried in there some where.) If we did not go, we would not have met...him.
His chair hummed silently, as he slid up in front of Cole. His face screwed up, and in his best Donald Duck impersonation, he blurted "How are you and what's your name?" Cole giggled and a rampant conversation ensued that included topics ranging from favorite foods to school. He gave Logan equal time, engaging him periodically as his headed turtled from within his cocoon of blankets. As the game began, he turned his attention to us, "I had not intended to get season tickets this year. Sunday my wife sent me down to get them. She said it is the one thing I look forward to each year."
"Hey you!" he yelled at another little boy that ran by. He was a stranger to no one, and if he did not know you, that did not last long. With a flick of the control stick, he glided in his chair, away to find someone else to meet. He claims to love his baseball, but I think his real love is making people smile. His joy reaches well beyond the limitations of his mechanical chair.