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June 2013: The happiest boy in the world

It wasn't the baseball glove that gave him joy, it was his dad's first anniversary

My dad was an alcoholic who spent very little time with my siblings and me. When he did, he was usually drunk and made a fool of himself and embarrassed us. I swore that I would never be like my father. When my own children were growing up, I went to as many of our kids’ events as possible. My job, which required a lot of travel, prevented me from going to some. When my oldest child was 6, I bought him the best baseball glove that money could buy. However, he wasn’t able to use it until he was in junior high because it was too big for his hand. Until he had grown up enough to wear the... Login to read more
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