Sometimes life throws a curve ball and its up to the pitcher to decipher what type of ball was thrown. Like a fast ball that comes so unexpectedly or a curve ball that throws you off balance, or a slidder that hits you below your knees,.or a knuckle ball that seems to aim for the stomach. Well I got a fast ball; I didn’t see it coming nor was I really ready to swing. I suppose I can go down crying or whippering and let my discouragement get the best of me, or I can batter to base and give it my best swing for a home run. All I know is that I cant let my emotions take over and run the show anymore.. I got to get up, dust off, hit and run to base to base.