Baseball Life: (unedited): 17 May 2015:

Life is like Baseball.

When your up to bat. You have 9 men/women facing you, who will do everything they can, to stop you. Maybe cheat or even harm you. While there are many others who will do nothing more than cheer you on or boo you into loud submission. So do you walk out of the dugout with your bat in hand or do you leave the ball field with your bag?

C.J.MacKechnie

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This is also for women and softball. It is still the same lesson in everyday life.
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I got to play Little League Baseball for two seasons. In Clearwater Florida. My first year I was awful. Probably because no one realized I was nearly blind(20/900+). Until, a school teacher asked me a question in class. Which never happened. Ever. I sat in the back of the class oblivious to what ever the teacher was doing and she called upon me to answer a question written on the black board. I could not see it. So she asked me to come closer and I still could not see. Then two or three other times she asked me until I was right next to her. I remember nothing else. Except going to Pearle vision centers and walking out with very heavy glasses and seeing trees and clouds. That night I saw the moon and stars. It was amazing.
The following year of baseball. My dad coached and I went from no hits to becoming one of the better on base hitters of the team. I began to love the game of baseball. Even though at the time I was still trying to grasp it. The smell of the clay and grass was just awesome to me. This is the place I want to play forever in. It wouldn't be so as I spent my first night in foster care in jail. Can you imagine a child who has been so abused and witness/recipient to much physical violence. Is the one who goes to jail. I guess it was the way it was back then in the mid 1970's
My opportunity for baseball was nearly over. I was in a foster home in which the income I brought into the house was of supreme importance. So the male foster parent was convinced to take me to Largo little league to play ball. I knew he didn't want to and seemed like he was forced to.  
So what happened after only a few games. The short drive to the ball park was awful. I sat enduring threats after threats. I could not think about baseball. Only jail or worse. I quit. They were happy. Besides they were starving me as well. Of course the final action I did. Proved to everyone that I was the bad apple. bad kids do not deserve to play baseball. That is how baseball ending for me. 
Even today, I look at every ball field I drive by and smile. I even work on them now.
After all these years. I can see the life's truth of what baseball teaches. Life isn't fair to anyone. But, life presents opportunities in every occasion for you to succeed in that one moment of your life. Then you repeat it until your game of life is complete. 
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Hows this for attitude?

Have Bat! Will Travel! No bags taken!

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Thank You cacofony people very much. You do know that just by doing what you are doing in regards to INFJ's. Is every bit of this quote/blog. You have your bat and your already taking pitches. The idea of the bag is not and should not be in the forefront of any thought processes.

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Arrogant Beauty: (Unedited): 2? April 2015:

The arrogant pride of a person. Will prevent him/her from ever knowing true beauty.

C.J.MacKechnie

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Being self absorbed with a mindset of being all important. This extreme inward thinking and feeling. Will prevent you from doing anything for anyone or anything without a needed wanted of "What's in it for me" attitude. I guess we all suffer this to a degree. Myself included. What's in it for me? Why must I write? No one really cares about wisdom anymore or even understanding. Only knowledge is good enough. Which puffs you up into all self importance. I wonder sometimes if I would have been that prideful and arrogant person who actually had a fair opportunity for an education. Gone off to college received a degree or three. I mean really. Look at my writing style. It is genuinely awful. But, it is representative of how far I was educated.

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Child Abuse Rant. It's April.

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But, my words right now are just reflective and the truth of me. I was born with a boat load of arrogant pride. For many years of my own life I was unable to see any beauty in anything. Maybe, I was still suffering and still trying to grasp why? why me? why them? why not?
It is difficult to transcend years of abuse, torment. Especially, if you have never had any reasonable training in how to handle the psychological damage done to you. After all, I was adopted into it. I was chosen to be abused. Much like some lonely pet whose only constant companion is a chain around their scarred neck and fed every so often to prevent death.
That is the thing about abuse and torture. It never was about the one who is abused. It is always about the abuser. You are and were just the body present. If it weren't you then it would be someone else. This is the essential truth. You the one who was abused was never ever really that important to your abuser. Except for the fact of their confronted embarrassment or their own self absorbed pride which suddenly blames you the who was abused for everything and all of their problems. Really, This happens. Can you imagine being a child and being blamed for their parents alcoholism, drug addictions and cigarette smoking. Every single problem that the abusing parent has originated with their child. Wow, can you imagine a child with that much power and authority.
Many people do not understand the logic behind the abuse of children. To spend the majority of your entire childhood being abused and tortured. Yes, I use the word torture. Because years of abuse is sadistic torture. Then it is expected of that young person to just get over it and get a life. Today, we don't even expect our military to just get over their wars without many years of compassion and mercy. Yet, a child who becomes an adult is expected to just move on. Move on from where? These abused children have nothing positive to begin with. Abused Children have no positive support structure. Abused children are shunned by the community as some kind of reject or untrusted criminal who will rob them. Abused children have no positive family support system. So, where do abused children begin their lives. When the adult business world requires education and references just to gain entry. Abused children have none of that. So where do abused children begin? Typically, on the street. Stealing food just to eat. Thus, begins their life of in and out of jail. Statistically speaking.
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Confronted Nine: (Unedited): 27 April 2015:

Baseball, I loved baseball. It is where you stand alone confronted by nine. Who only want to do everything possible to get you out. This is representative of life in general.

C.J.MacKechnie

Another fair opportunity in my life taken from me. I was never really a big strong person. But, I could hit the baseball into the holes and get on base. Then I could run. oh yes, I could run. I felt comfortable on third, playing softball as a young adult. How far would my dream had taken me. Maybe. High school or even college. Who knows. I still love the smell of the clay and the grass.
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