The Baby Eagle

There's moments when I feel like, "What is the point anymore?"  ~ Psalm 119:136 ~  "My eyes shed streams of tears, because people do not keep your law."  I see blank faces with glazed eyes making vile choices towards another people. I see a mother going to the uttermost financial lengths to keep a reputation for her family and daughter. I see people slandering other people on the news. I see parents hurting their children, and I see children hurting their parents. I see bullies bullying people for their looks, possessions, and status. I see so many things that make me just want to throw in the towel. If this is all it will be, then why do we even try? Why do we waste our breath to say, "Thank you, have a nice day" if they are just going to turn away before we can even begin to speak? Why do we intentionally hold the door if they don't even acknowledge us? Why do we forgive people and overlook the bad things they say behind our backs?...

I'm that girl who took it a little too seriously...in your eyes.  I've been playing sports my whole life. At the early age of 4 or 5 my parents had me at the softball field, and it wasn't long until I was playing travel softball at 8 years old until I was 17 years old. I could not get enough of it. It was my passion, and I didn't want to stop playing the game because it was addictive.    At age 9 my mom sent me to a Georgia Tech softball camp for pitching and catching. It might take you by a surprise (if you know me), but I went there to be a catcher. I thought pitching was for those girls who just wanted to stand in the circle behind the coach. I went to this camp with the intentions of learning how I could be the best catcher, but that quickly changed when they allowed us to try both. If I'm not mistaken (this was a long time ago), I was there to catch for one of my friends, and they let us switch positions and try the other role...that did it for me. W...