My Rock
This is a story about me, written by my dad. It is a letter that he wrote to my grandparents when I was 11 years old and had just started playing little league baseball. I think it is necessary to provide a counter influence in my development that can possibly answer the question of how I survived my childhood in such good shape. It was because of my dad, my rock. Dear Mom & Roy, Just had to drop a line and tell you about David’s Little League. I think I told you some but will start at beginning just so you have the complete picture. On the day of the tryouts he was very nervous and didn’t hit the ball once but was OK at fielding and great at throwing. So anyway we anxiously awaited a call to tell him if he made the Major or Minor league. One…