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The Leavenworth Times - Leavenworth, KS
  • Down Home: There's nothing better than safe slide into home

  • I'm excited baseball season has finally begun, although I'm not a big fan of the game. Even though the first pitch signals warmer weather is finally here, it's not why I love listening to one of America's favorite pastimes.
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  • I'm excited baseball season has finally begun, although I'm not a big fan of the game. Even though the first pitch signals warmer weather is finally here, it's not why I love listening to one of America's favorite pastimes.
    As much as I hate to admit to it, my mood can vary from hour to hour and I'm always influenced by my surroundings. My attitude can, and most always will, depend on the temperature outdoors, whether or not I'm having a good hair day and background noise. Crickets, tree frogs and attic fans will put me at ease, and most certainly will lull me to sleep. I love listening to my dogs snore, rain hitting the rooftop, popcorn popping, onions sizzling and my all time favorite, baseball games.
    Whether we realize it or not, there's always a reason behind the sights and sounds that affect how we feel. You'll never see me sit and watch a baseball game on TV, but more times than not, I'll be listening to the game as background noise. It gives me an overwhelming feeling of comfort.
    I never realized how much pain and grief I caused my parents as a teenager until I became a mom. I gave new meaning to the term rebellious and of course, always blamed them for my troubles, when actually there was no one to pin it on but myself.
    They were never mean or caused me to have a reason to act the way I did. I was an angry teenager on my own path until, thankfully, God provided a wakeup call.
    Mom made dinner every night and the three of us would usually eat in silence, as I had nothing to say, and they were probably trying to sort out what they could say. After dinner one evening, I joined a group of "friends," with nothing but the clothes I had on and made the choice to runaway. Nothing had happened to make me want to leave home, it just seemed like a good idea at the time.
    We ended up in Arizona, and slept in cardboard boxes, among homeless people and criminals. I was scared and wanted nothing more than to go home, although I didn't know how to get away from my "friends" who led me astray, and I didn't have enough money to use the pay phone and call my parents.
    That week away from home changed my life. Eventually I arrived at the airport, and my parents were there to pick me up. We rode home in silence. I had plenty to say but didn't know how to say it. I'm sure they were overwhelmed with relief I had come home alive, so their hearts kept them silent.
    Eventually Dad turned on the radio and we listened to the baseball game the rest of the way home.
    Page 2 of 2 - I may not be able to tell you who's playing or what the score is, but a baseball game will always make me feel loved and safe. Have a blessed Easter and I hope you can slide into home.
    Sandy Turner lives in the Kansas City area and writes this column for GateHouse Media.

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