Transitions commence new adventures. Make 'em last…
In the game of baseball, curve-balls are sometimes thrown and batters frequently swing above or below missing the location of the desired point of contact in order to get a hit and possibly win the game. Most curve-balls appear like they head into the strike-zone, but often veer away and trick the batter into swinging at a bad pitch, either fouling it away, popping out, or striking out. The perfect curve-ball to hit will appear like it’s off course, but then suddenly slow down and turn into the strike-zone. If the batter is not watchful or the timing isn’t right, it could be fouled away forever or even passed by without swinging and miss an optimal opportunity. Of course, curve-balls are hittable, but much practice and precision are required in order to recognize them immediately after being thrown. Once recognized, with correct position and timing, curve-balls can be made into home-runs.
Girls are like curve-balls, I think.
Curve-balls are thrown at random and can be quite daunting at first. They appear to be thrown directly at you, but then quickly turn into the catcher’s mitt before you realize what has happened. There have been various times that I’ve been thrown curve-balls, but had been very afraid to take a swing, thereby striking out and missing an opportunity. Other times when I’ve been thrown a curve-ball, I realized that I was swinging outside my strike-zone. Even on other occasions, I struck out on account of bad-timing by swinging too early, or worse off, swinging too late.
After having experienced fouling away or striking out on several curve-balls in and out of my strike-zone throughout my life, I’ve learned what to do and what to look for when they are now thrown. The key to hitting a curve-ball is patience. While standing and waiting in the batter’s box, patience has taught me to wait for the perfect pitch instead of swinging at anything that comes my way. And when the Pitcher does release the optimal curve-ball, that I recognize it quickly and then patiently wait until it breaks and curves into my strike-zone. Michelle, is by far, the perfect curve-ball. Homerun! I’ve waited as patiently as I could, even striking out on what I thought were good pitches in the past and later realizing were outside my strike-zone, but Michelle is what a batter like me really looks for.
The Pitcher has thrown the perfect pitch. Michelle and I can win together.
(Below are photos from only some of the outings in and around Seoul we have gone on together. It has surely been a great time getting to know one another profoundly, and we’ve grown quite close. Michelle has decided to stay in Seoul and I’m very excited about the future!)