Last Thursday afternoon I went to the Texas Rangers game with my wife and two of my boys. It was a great game (interleague vs. Atlanta), and after blowing a save with some Little League fielding on the mound, the Rangers pulled it out with a walk-off double.
Our tickets came with a valet parking pass. We were walking out to the parking area and as we approached the valet stand I was fumbling with my wallet to get some money for a tip. Now a couple of weeks ago I broke my bifocal sunglasses on the first day of Oklahoma Freewheel so I was wearing an old set of office glasses with clip-ons, which have a good deal of reflection in them. I had my head down, digging in my wallet for the tip money. I never noticed the curb as I stepped off and immediately went tumbling into the street in front of a couple of hundred people. Fortunately, I only skinned my knee a bit. But I immediately heard both my boys yell "Papa" and they quickly grabbed me, gathered the loose dollars, and were helping me up as soon as I hit the ground.
I couldn't help but think about all the times I must have shouted their names, grabbed them, and helped them up when they were little, and now they were doing it for me. One of them even checked my skinned knee. I guess life is beginning to come full circle.
I can still outrun them on a bicycle.