Small Matters Matter
My sixteen year old, youngest son and I pulled into the driveway one night on the way home from youth service at church. William was suffering from a significant muscle tear in his hip, a baseball injury. Even more, though, he ached from the heart pain of loss. He had dreamed for years of getting to play on the same team with his older brother, Tennyson. He was finally on the team, but the second game of the season, injury occurred. William got a hit between second and third,
