A Kindness Home Run
My youngest child was playing on a tee-ball team. The kids, five- and six-year-olds, were playing on a makeshift field where the spectators had to stand along the first and third base lines. Every kid got to play at least two innings, and most teams had twelve players.
During one particular game, I noticed a little girl acting like she didn’t want to take the outfield when it was her turn to play. She was nearly hiding behind her mother’s leg, and the coach was about to just let it go and leave her out of the game.
I didn’t want to take over the moment, but I knew how she felt because, at that age, I had the same problem: horrible shyness.
I went to the little girl.
Me: “I know how you feel. Would you be willing to take your position in the outfield if I stood beside you the entire time you’re out there?”
She agreed to do it. I knew that once she broke the barrier of her shyness, she would enjoy the game. So, I stood with her for three innings in the outfield, once telling her where to throw the ball.
She wound up having a blast at the rest of the games that summer.
After that, every time she saw me in town for the next few years, she would yell out:
Little Girl: “Hi, Mister Coach!”
I came away with more than she did, I think.