I am like the minor leaguer who has just broken into the big league. And Life is this Hall of Fame pitcher with a dangerous curveball, the likes of which I have never faced. But sometimes, one of these curveballs happens to be in the right place at the right time and you just close your eyes and swing at it and hope it connects.
I just did that today and connected it with no effort from my side. Now I am joogging towards first base, looking at the ball flying high over left field, hoping it clears the wall and lands in the hands of that young kid who's reaching out to it! I have no chance of getting out, thats for sure. The ball is high enough to elude the outfielder, but will it be a homerun?
That's just what I am hoping for as I reach first base. It is a sweet feeling with a tinge of bitterness brought about by the essential cynic in me, wondering if I have finally made it?