It's a Crazy World...

     I don't understand why everything happens at the worst times and in short succession. Four major earthquakes have rocked the world in the past two months. Flooding has devastated countries, cities, and towns. And human disasters, like the Upper Big Branch mine explosion, kill the hearts of the families and friends of those who cared about them. It always seems like there is NO mercy for the hearts and souls of anybody.
     In my life, I've had my share of heartache. I've lost my father, two grandfathers, and many other loved ones. I've been to more funerals than anyone could bear to be at. Sometimes it seems like nothing is ever meant to get better, because as soon as one wound starts to heal, something cuts you up again. But things do get better, and you learn to cope with everything that happens around you, good or bad.

     The mining accident has especially been killing me lately. I didn't hang out with Cory Davis; I have never said that I did. But I love his family, and the few memories I have of him during baseball. His father, Tommy Davis, is one of the best men in the world. He picked me for all-stars twice during Junior League, and was the first outsider to ever believe in me. Cindy also helped coach, and I played with his brother, Seth. I really don't understand why these kind of things happen to the best of people, but my heart goes out to them, because I know exactly how losing someone close feels.