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Discovering the Meaning of Love and Life Chapter 1 THE BOY

Discovering the Meaning of Love and Life Chapter 1 THE BOY The boy watched the clock. It ticked to the moment he waited for all day. The moment he would play baseball. School meant only two things to the boy: recess and after school. He remembered kicking the ball. It hit his female teacher in the head. Next thing he knew he was in class with the teacher walking up to his desk. She wrote a big red F on the top of the his paper. He put a line though the front of the F, which made it look like a A. She turned red in the face. After that the boy got only bad grades. Figuring if he was dumb a least he would have fun. He daydreamed of making a fantastic catch like Willie Mays. He felt in his blood the bravado of Juan Marichal whose pitching delivery started with his foot kicking above his head. He wanted to be like Willie McCovey who kept playing despite terrible knee injuries. Willie Mc would run around the bases even though he could hardly walk. The ballplayers loved what they did