Several years ago, I had an idea to put together a baseball anthology and have it published. I placed an ad in several publications and online, hoping for a great response. Well, the response was minimal.
However, one letter I did receive touched me and made me realize how grounded I am and mymorals and ethics I’ve established in my personal life.
The letter went like this:
Dear Mr. Boesch,
Thank you for the two books and my poem. I really want to read them. I really liked your poem American Pastime. You mentioned me in your poem as being tomorrow’s ball player. I really love baseball.
Your friend, John.
The second letter was from his mother expressing thanks.
Dear Mr. Boesch,
I just wanted to let you know how much you touched the heart of my son John. Your gift of books and encouragement came at just the right time.
Yesterday John realized that summer vacation would soon be over. He does not look forward to school (“endures”) due to his struggle with dyslexia.
He truly lives for baseball and was honored that you sent him signed copies of your sports books. He read your poem in Baseball Stories for the Soul and was happy to see his name.
Thank you again for your kindness. Do you still write for Newsday? We will watch for your byline. John and I wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors.
Sincerely, Jeanne.
Sometimes in life we complain about little things. As a baseball community, we have a gift that many don’t have. I, personally, am grateful for MLBLogs and look at both of those letters when I am not at my best — either personally or professionally.
Baseball does touch the hearts and minds of everyone that loves America’s Pastime.
— Joe Boesch
Dugout Diary by Joe Boesch 