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to be able to find his way around the house and he needs to learn to read Braille. Have you enrolled him in classes?”
“Yes. He starts next week,” Greg answered. “He isn’t thrilled about it.”
“Of course not, because he’s still hoping for that miracle, just like you were. But he needs help and he needs to learn.” God, he sounded preachy. Tom quieted. “I came up with an idea that Davey might like, but I wanted to talk about it with you first. I heard a story and read online about beep baseball. It’s for the blind. You said Davey used to play, and I thought if we could arrange it, that he might like to join.”
Greg shook his head. “How can Davey catch a ball?” He sounded skeptical.
“He doesn’t. The rules are different. The ball beeps, and so do the bases. There are roles for sighted people, but the players are visually impaired. I thought if you were interested, I’d get a set of equipment and we could see if Davey likes it. He’s going to have to learn to follow sounds, and since he can already play baseball, this might be a transitional activity for him. Howard and Gordy are going to put the word out. I don’t know if we’ll get enough players for a team, but it might be fun just as an activity.” Tom had originally thought of trying to set up actual games, but maybe that wasn’t necessary. Maybe just playing and allowing Davey to hit and try to field the ball would help him. If he were the only blind player, it wouldn’t matter, as long as he got something out of it. “I bet we could get Howard to play too.”
“I don’t know,” Greg said. “Running and hitting, with balls coming at him, beeping or not. What if he gets hurt?”
Tom had been warned and he’d thought about that the entire ride over. “There would be plenty of supervision, including you. Maybe you could pitch,” he suggested. “You used to play, so you have to have a good throwing arm. It doesn’t have to be fast or anything. The whole point is to make it fun.”
“Make what fun?” Davey asked, standing outside the bathroom door. His shirt was half tucked in and there was toilet paper on his shoe.
“Nothing, Davey,” Greg said hastily. “It’s nothing.”
Davey felt along the walls as he made his way toward where Greg was standing. He nearly stumbled multiple times. Greg moved toward him.
“Don’t help me, Dad!” Davey yelled. “I want to do this. I’m not a baby, and I want to know what you were talking about.” He reached the sofa and half sat, half tripped onto its cushions. “Make what fun?”
“Davey, it’s been a hard week and you’re upset,” Greg said quietly.
“Of course I’m upset, Daddy. I’m blind. I want to play with my friends, but I can’t.” Davey sat up and began rocking back and forth, occasionally punching the cushions. “I want… I want…,” Davey kept chanting over and over.
Tom figured he didn’t have the words to explain what he wanted, but it was clear as day to Tom. He wanted his old life back, which was something he could never have. His life, and for that matter, Greg’s life, had changed forever.
“Davey,” Greg whispered and sat next to his son, trying to comfort him, but it didn’t work. After a while, Davey began pummeling his dad with shallow blows. “Calm down.”
Davey kept struggling and hitting. The blows had no power other than to wound Greg’s spirit. Tom could see the hurt building with each frustrated blow.
“Davey,” Tom said firmly, and Davey paused. “You shouldn’t hit your father.”
Davey looked in Tom’s direction and then seemed to understand what he’d been doing. Tears welled in his eyes, and then Davey gripped his dad tight, sobbing on his shoulder.
“It’s okay,” Greg soothed. “You didn’t hurt me.” Greg held Davey, and Tom got ready to go. The two of them had to work things out. He didn’t have a place here and he’d most likely overstayed his welcome and overstepped his bounds already.
“Tom was
“Yes. He starts next week,” Greg answered. “He isn’t thrilled about it.”
“Of course not, because he’s still hoping for that miracle, just like you were. But he needs help and he needs to learn.” God, he sounded preachy. Tom quieted. “I came up with an idea that Davey might like, but I wanted to talk about it with you first. I heard a story and read online about beep baseball. It’s for the blind. You said Davey used to play, and I thought if we could arrange it, that he might like to join.”
Greg shook his head. “How can Davey catch a ball?” He sounded skeptical.
“He doesn’t. The rules are different. The ball beeps, and so do the bases. There are roles for sighted people, but the players are visually impaired. I thought if you were interested, I’d get a set of equipment and we could see if Davey likes it. He’s going to have to learn to follow sounds, and since he can already play baseball, this might be a transitional activity for him. Howard and Gordy are going to put the word out. I don’t know if we’ll get enough players for a team, but it might be fun just as an activity.” Tom had originally thought of trying to set up actual games, but maybe that wasn’t necessary. Maybe just playing and allowing Davey to hit and try to field the ball would help him. If he were the only blind player, it wouldn’t matter, as long as he got something out of it. “I bet we could get Howard to play too.”
“I don’t know,” Greg said. “Running and hitting, with balls coming at him, beeping or not. What if he gets hurt?”
Tom had been warned and he’d thought about that the entire ride over. “There would be plenty of supervision, including you. Maybe you could pitch,” he suggested. “You used to play, so you have to have a good throwing arm. It doesn’t have to be fast or anything. The whole point is to make it fun.”
“Make what fun?” Davey asked, standing outside the bathroom door. His shirt was half tucked in and there was toilet paper on his shoe.
“Nothing, Davey,” Greg said hastily. “It’s nothing.”
Davey felt along the walls as he made his way toward where Greg was standing. He nearly stumbled multiple times. Greg moved toward him.
“Don’t help me, Dad!” Davey yelled. “I want to do this. I’m not a baby, and I want to know what you were talking about.” He reached the sofa and half sat, half tripped onto its cushions. “Make what fun?”
“Davey, it’s been a hard week and you’re upset,” Greg said quietly.
“Of course I’m upset, Daddy. I’m blind. I want to play with my friends, but I can’t.” Davey sat up and began rocking back and forth, occasionally punching the cushions. “I want… I want…,” Davey kept chanting over and over.
Tom figured he didn’t have the words to explain what he wanted, but it was clear as day to Tom. He wanted his old life back, which was something he could never have. His life, and for that matter, Greg’s life, had changed forever.
“Davey,” Greg whispered and sat next to his son, trying to comfort him, but it didn’t work. After a while, Davey began pummeling his dad with shallow blows. “Calm down.”
Davey kept struggling and hitting. The blows had no power other than to wound Greg’s spirit. Tom could see the hurt building with each frustrated blow.
“Davey,” Tom said firmly, and Davey paused. “You shouldn’t hit your father.”
Davey looked in Tom’s direction and then seemed to understand what he’d been doing. Tears welled in his eyes, and then Davey gripped his dad tight, sobbing on his shoulder.
“It’s okay,” Greg soothed. “You didn’t hurt me.” Greg held Davey, and Tom got ready to go. The two of them had to work things out. He didn’t have a place here and he’d most likely overstayed his welcome and overstepped his bounds already.
“Tom was
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