All through my childhood and through high school I played baseball. It was a great sport for a short person like myself. I was normally either in center field or on the pitching mound. After all that practice I had developed a pretty good aim and could usually hit my intended target, or at least get close.
Luckily for me that skill hasn’t quite deserted me even without my vision. Granted I’m much less consistent than I once was but when I’m on I am seriously on.
Not Long after getting released from blind rehab when Jesse and I were staying with my parents for a little while I remember walking in from the back yard with a small rubber ball about the size of a golf ball in my hand.
As I came inside I was greeted by my dad and some snarky comment I don’t remember now. Instead of saying anything back I just threw the ball at him just hoping the ball would make contact with his body somewhere.
You can imagine my delight when the ball hit him right in the mouth. One of my finest moments. We all hoped he’d learn his lesson , but it’ll take more than that to change him ha ha.
My next best shot was right before we started the ruck march from Fort Riley to Troy IL carrying Brad’s Silver Star.
We picked up lunch at Subway and ate it in the offices bak at the unit. The rooms in the new building are much bigger than when I was there so I had no idea where anything was anymore.
When I finished my food I wadded up the trash and pointed my finger out asking if the trash was that way.
The guys talked me on to the can and said it was about 20 feet or so away. Very calmly and cooly, like I knew what I was doing, I threw the trash and sunk it perfectly.
You can imagine the cheers that followed! I, naturally, acted like I had expected nothing less even though I too was shocked. I’m willing to bet that some of the newer guys there still think I have those magical “blind guy powers” everyone asks about.
Today was another one of these great moments. I was standing in the kitchen and everyone else was across in the living room.
Sophie had just finished throwing one of her tantrums and was laying near the dog beds near the corner of the room. If I had to guess the distance I’d say it was 25 to 30 feet away from where I was.
On the kitchen counter I found a little palm sized foam football. I picked it up and flung it in Sophie’s direction while having a conversation with Jesse hoping it would distract her.
I heard the thud and Jesse started laughing. Sophie on the other hand, was less than impressed.
“DAD!!! you hit me right in my head!!!”
She sounded more shocked than angry but it was definitely a mixture of the two. Once I realized what happened I apologized to her a few times as I laughed. I’m sure it didn’t sound very sincere. We exchanged a little hug and all was right with the world as far as she was concerned.
I need to keep practicing this skill. As these girls grow up I might need the ability to hit someone with something…especially when they start dating. There is definitely no such thing as special powers for those of us who can’t see unfortunately, but there’s still hope!!!