BLOG POST STARS!

Lest you think too highly of me, when I was five years old, I lived in my own world.  I did not look at people or things that I was afraid of.  That would include the big kids who played on the playground.

One day, I was walking my little sister Marcia-- 31 months- two and one half years essentially younger than I --was home from vacation Bible school. It had been held at Brown Chapel Methodist Church—the same church where Dr. King held Mass Meetings, in preparation for the Selma to Montgomery March held in March 1965.

So, we are walking home. The shortest distance between two points is a straight line.

So, I walked in a straight line…straight across home plate… just as   a batter was at bat. He swung—he did not miss.

The bat cut my left eyebrow. The blow from the bat across my forehead completely knocked me out!

 But you know what? Just like in the cartoons, I really did see stars!

I think my sister ran home and got Daddy. When I came to, I had the worst headache, but by the grace of God,  but both  my eyes and all my facial bones were intact.

They put an ice pack on my head as I lay on the couch. If they scolded me to watch where I was going… I don’t remember that. I am sure I had been told that any number of times.

Mark Twain once  said, “A man learns something from carrying a cat by the tail that he can learn in no other way”.   That is also true-- of walking across  home plate during a playground baseball.