Yes, this post made an appearance last week. I’m reporting part of it because it’s been picked up by FaithVillage, and will be going up over there sometime this afternoon. It has been revised since its initial appearance here.
Without further ado, here’s a portion of “His Father’s Son”:
I recently learned something about my childhood that I have no memories of. I don’t doubt it–it rings true. It’s regarding me, my dad, and playing ball. I’m told I was about three at the time, and my dad wanted to teach me how to play catch.
The catch is that he was an accomplished athlete, and I was a gangly toddler. And each time he threw–I’m guessing it was a football–and I didn’t catch, he would throw harder.
At my stomach.
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