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I recently went to Yankee Stadium to watch the Yankees play the Houston Astros. After being dropped off, as I walked toward the Stadium with my beautiful daughter and walking stick in hand, a few thoughts started running through my mind. The first of which was that I was surrounded by this mass of humanity from all walks of life walking by my side. I thought of my father and mother who moved the family to Long Island when I was ten years old. I silently said thank you. You forget how privileged it is to be living here. The city is a tough place to live. I thought about how quickly time had passed and I wondered how many more chances will I get to watch America’s pastime in person and have my daughter by my side.
The occasion was a reunion with a former player, whom I had coached in football some forty years ago. I was very happy and proud to see how successful he had become as a professional and family man. It was a very moving moment in time for me. We talked about a myriad of things throughout the entire game. Those moments in life are what make it all worthwhile. It was humbling to hear that I made an impression, however small, and that it brought us together. The time spent together brought tears to my eyes. It was one of those days I will never forget. Incidentally, the former player’s son was playing for the Yankees.
