Life is a river not a lake. The only thing that never changes is that constant change is here to stay. This truth became evident to me this summer while coaching my son’s high school baseball team. Although it had been years since I played baseball myself, when no one else would take on this summer team, I was nominated.

Approaching this job with trepidation I wondered if I could recall enough history to even be competent as a manager/coach. My wonderful memories of playing ball are a part of my library of past life experiences. I still recall my old coaches with fondness, and when I meet them today my standard greeting is still, ‘hey coach’…good to see ya!

I never thought much about what it was like for them back in the day. My mind was pretty much centered on, good ole me. It was all about whether or not I was playing catcher or third base, where I would bat in the line up, and how I would perform in that day’s game.  I was sure that all eyes were on me; I would lay awake at night, before and after each game, dreaming about what I was going to do, or fretting about what I did.