Years ago, I was watching a women’s softball game my wife was playing in. I was in the stands with my step daughter, who was about 6. During the game, a black guy comes and sits next to me, and begins spitting sunflower seeds on the ground, some very close to my feet, and I am wearing sandals.
I considered saying something, but I held back.
My step daughter and I began cheering for my wife while she was batting, and this guy starts shouting her name too! I am getting a little pissed off, but I hold back.
When the game ended, I climbed down from the stands, and talked to a friend whose wife was on the same team as mine. He smiled at me and said: “That’s the second time I have seen Vida Blue at one of our games!” I was shocked! I was a huge Vida Blue fan during those great World Series years. “Where was Vida Blue?” I asked. “Sitting next to you!” my friend said. And so it was.
I went back up the stands, and shook his hand, and felt very blessed to have met him, and thankful I hadn’t cussed him out for the sunflower seeds.