Today I attended my first baseball game of the season. I'm not a die hard fan, but it was fun to clap along and sing for the 7th inning stretch. I also saw people heckling others, almost getting into fights, and getting drunk. People were so open about something they loved and would go to any bounds to cheer for their home team.
But what would you die for? After coming home, my uncle called me immediately to the living room to hear a news report. Just a few hours earlier, a Texas Ranger fan fell to his death after trying to catch a baseball. The sad thing is that even after he dropped and was bleeding severely, he called out to the fans to make sure his young son was taken care of.
I wonder-- if he knew what would happen if he caught that ball, would he have done it? Was it worth it to lose your life? To leave behind your son and family? This man probably tried to catch the ball for his son, but oh-- it wasn't worth it. I wish I could have changed things. Instead, I am left knowing I need to be careful with what I am passionate about. What would I die for?
