By Kyle Dinwiddie
This is Kyle Dinwiddie.
Today, I want to talk about my disability. I have CP, which is short for Cerebral Palsy. That is when my brain fights with my body. My brain says, “Pick that up,” and my body uses every muscle it has to do it. Or if my brain says, “sit very still,” my body begins to wiggle and wiggle. This can be very frustrating at times. But I am a very determined person, and I try very hard to do many things for myself. And I don’t let my disability stop me from being who I am.
For instance, I enjoy hanging out with my dad eating blueberry doughnuts and drinking fresh hot coffee. As you probably know I am a writer, but did you know that I am a baseball player? Yes, for the past four years, I have been involved with the Miracle Baseball League. There are many people like myself that play baseball. And there are many people that help us play the sport. They are called baseball buddies, and they make the games fun while keeping it safe for us. And this leads me to my fifth blog. I hope you will like it.
A couple of years ago, I was playing short stop, and it seemed as if every ball was passing me by. But this was before the Big Hitter, Lucas, stepped up to the plate. I was ready. I was in the baseball stance; my hat was flipped back, and I was standing with legs apart. I was ready for anything.
Lucas was a big boy. He was very serious about the game. When he was at bat, his presence commanded everyone’s attention.
“BIG HITTER! HELPERS BE ALIVE!” the pitcher reminded everyone as Lucas approached the home plate. As the pitcher pitched the ball, both Lucas and I had our eyes on it. We both watched the smooth, white ball that was laced with red stitching approach Lucas. At that moment I heard a WACK! And the ball was on the ground like a lightning bolt! I could swear that I saw red sparks shooting off the ball!
And a light bulb went off inside my head. “I’M GOING TO STOP THE BALL!” I ran out toward the ball which was rolling quickly. With no fear, I stuck my knee out to stop it. The ball struck my knee. “OUCH!” In pain, I fell down, holding my knee.
My teammates came over and congratulated me. “Good grounding! Great job at stopping the ball!”
Everyone seemed oblivious that I was in pain. But what a thrill, I had stopped the ball. Even though my knee was in pain, I loved the excitement of that event! And I look forward to playing it each year.
Sometimes a big hitter may smack a giant ball of sin towards you, but don’t be afraid. You need to stop that ball, grab it and throw it far, far away from yourself. It might hurt, but the victory will be worth it!
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