Someone asked me the other day if I thought if the people of the world were eventually going to destroy our planet. Not just environmentally–like, quite literally destroy each other through crime, war, hate, etc.
I said, no, I don’t think so. I’m worried about the ozone and the growing population of impoverished people in the world, but overall, I have hope.
Here’s one very small reason why.
This spring, on most days when I play soccer, I’ve been witness to a rather miraculous sport taking place on the same field: blind baseball.
It’s literally what you think it is. Blind people playing baseball. They have some help from a few non-blind people, but mostly it’s just a crowd of blind adults playing baseball.
How do they do it? They set up a temporary field with these padded columns that omit sound. I’m honestly not quite sure how it works, but the frequency of the sound tells the blind people the proximity of the ball. The game is still way more difficult than non-blind baseball, but they actually hit the ball, round the bases, and retrieve the ball.
It’s stunning. Absolutely stunning.
Every time I witness blind baseball, my heart is warmed for a number of reasons:
So there it is. A little bit of hope in the world. Have you ever experienced anything like this? What was the last thing you witness that gave you hope (anything, not just related to disabilities)?