A Good Heart to Lean on
When I was growing up,
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It was difficult to coordinate our steps his halting,
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When snow or ice was on the ground, it was impossible for him to walk, even with help. At such times my sisters or I would pull
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Unable to engage in many activities, my father still tried to participate in some way. When a local sandlot baseball team found
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One day,
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On one memorable occasion a fight broke out at a beach party, with everyone punching and shoving. He wasn't content to sit and watch,
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Nobody did.
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I now know he participated in some things vicariously through me, his only son. When I played ball (poorly), he "played" too. When I joined the Navy he "joined" too. And when I came home on leave,
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He has been gone many years now, but I think of him often. I wonder if he sensed my reluctance to be seen with him during our walks.
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wholesale jordansI think of him when I complain about trifles, when I am envious of another's good fortune, when I don't have a "good heart".
At such times I put my hand on his arm to regain my balance, and say, "You set the pace, I will try to adjust to you."
