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Hearts and Humor – A Michael Smith Column

Feb 25, 2007

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    Hello, my wonderful readers. I have a great repeat
   
story for you tonight. I read a story about baseball in

storytime Tapestry today. It reminded me of a story

I wrote last spring. You will love this one.

      I want to apologize for not posting
     
my regular story last weekend. An editor of a

magazine asked me for stories for her publication.

I spent the weekend working on eight stories.

Hopefully they will appeal to her.

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    Now for tonight's story. This one really
   
amazed me. In a small way, I feel like I was part of

it.

    If you want to send me a comment, send it
   
to msmith4  @nj.rr.com

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I love your wonderful comments and include

a collection of them every week.



                   Pick up Your Oar and Start Rowing


    My boss, two co-workers and I stood behind the hard plastic
   
seats. We were in the front section, on the first-base line at

Shea Stadium, home of the New York Mets. We were so close to the

infield, there was a protective net over our heads. I was new to

the New York City area and had never been to Shea Stadium. These

were dream seats. My heart pounded with excitement.


    We stood with our umbrellas held high. The rain beat down on
   
everything around us. It bounced off the seats and quickly formed

deep puddles on the cover protecting the field.


    "Steve," I asked my boss, "How did you get such great seats?"


    "They came from Ed at the office. His dad is a blind sports
   
writer and has a long- standing relationship with the Mets and

Yankees."


    The game was called due to rain. We left the stadium disappointed.
   
On the long subway ride back to Jersey City, I wondered about the

man behind the seats. How could a man be blind and be a sports writer?


    Years have passed since that rainy night. Old friends back in
   
Canada often ask me, "Mike, have gone to a baseball game in New York

yet?"


    I say to them, "I've been to a few, but let me tell you about
   
the best seats I ever had but couldn't use."


    Whenever this happens, the memory of that night comes flashing
   
back. I wonder about the blind sports writer. What was his story? 

It had to be special.


    I sat at my computer one night. An email popped into my in-box.
   
I didn't recognize the return address. The subject line said,

"Inspirational SI article about my dad, Ed Lucas." I was curious.

I opened the email. It was from a gentleman sending me a clip

of a story written by Steve Rushin for Sports Illustrated. It was

a wonderful read about a special man. Through the article and the

man who sent it to me, I learned the full story. The following is

a synopsis:


    Twelve-year-old Ed Lucas ran home from his school in Jersey
   
City. It was October 3, 1951. He arrived in time to see Bobby

Thomson win the pennant for his favorite team, the New York Giants.

After the game, Ed ran out to play ball with his friends. During

the game, Ed was hit between the eyes by a line drive. The force

of the blow detached both retinas, leaving Ed permanently blind.


    Ed became depressed. His mother, Rosanna, took matters into
   
her own hands and took Ed to a Newark, New Jersey men's store.

There, she introduced him to Phil Rizzuto, a part-time employee

of the store and a Yankee star. Phil befriended Ed.


    Rosanna wasn't done yet. She wrote the Giants Manager, Leo
   
Durocher, about her son. Leo asked her to bring Ed to, what was

then called, the Polo Grounds. On June 14, 1952, young Ed sat in

the clubhouse with the members of the Giants. It was the beginning

of a special relationship.


    Ed enrolled in St. Joseph's School for the Blind in Jersey City.
   
The nuns were demanding. Ed learned to make his bed and match his

clothes. If he whined about being blind and not being able to do

what other kids could, Sister Anthony Marie was quoted saying, "Isn't

that a shame? We're all in the same boat here, Ed. Pick up your oar and

start rowing."


    Ed enrolled in university to study communication arts. He
   
worked hard. He knew no other way. The nuns had made sure of that.

He graduated in 1962 and became a regular in the Shea and Yankee

Stadium press boxes, where he interviewed the players. Years later,

a young Mets rookie, Ron Swoboda, took Ed by the hand. Together they

walked the warning track around the field. Ed traced his fingers

along the outfield wall. His fingers, sensitive to reading Braille,

seemed to read the history of the park. Every dent, scratch and

chip he touched meant something to him.


    Later that year, Ed married. He and his wife had two sons -
   
Eddie and Chris. Sadly, at a very young age, their mother left

forever. Ed had to raise his two sons alone. With the strength

he learned years ago at St. Joseph's, Ed took on the task. He

taught his sons to be strong.


     It was not uncommon for the two young boys to see Billy
    
Martin in their home. "Huge stars like Mickey Mantle would tell

me my dad was their hero," Chris was quoted as saying.


    Years later, a friend came to Ed and told him about a
   
nurse, Allison Pfeifle, whose detached retina left her legally

blind and unable to continue her profession. He asked Ed to

speak to her.


    Ed and Allison talked on the phone for many years before
   
meeting in person. They were baseball fanatics and spent

their first date at Shea Stadium.


    On March 10, 2006, at Yankee Stadium, Allison walked
   
from the dugout to home plate and became Ed's new bride.

With his two sons at his side, Ed started a new life, at the

place he holds so dear, and with the woman who captured his

heart.


    Ed, now 68, was quoted saying, "Baseball took my sight,
   
but it also gave me my life."


            ***********************


    I sat in shock. Could it be? I mailed Chris back and
   
told him about the seats we couldn't use that rainy night.

He confirmed, his father was the man who provided those

unused seats. Chris told me later, "They are the first

couple in the 80 year history of the stadium to have the

honor of marrying there."


    I finally knew the story. It was sure worth waiting for.


Michael T Smith


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GREAT STORIES.

Now for some great comments from last week:

This is from my friend and fellow inspirational writer,
Bob Perks. If you are not a member of his list, you should
be.

Bob's writing often brings tears to my eyes. His heart is
golden. His words prove it.
Mike,
 
I read your story in Starfish today.  Great job!
 
"I wish you enough!"
Bob
 
Bob Perks is a professional speaker, author, and vocalist.
Member - Pennwriters
10 year member National Speakers Association 1996-2006
 
Inspirational Columnist for Beliefnet
http://www.beliefnet.com/author/author_148.html
 
Visit http://www.BobPerks.com
 
"I Wish You enough!"
(c)  2001 Bob Perks
 
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Goodbye

******************

Hi Mike:
      I just read you story for Valentine's Day and it brought tears to my eyes.  It
reminded me so much of my late husband and myself.  Your story, I Don't want
to Let Go really was my husband and myself.  It brought back wonderful
memories.  We got married when we were 19 years old and were married
51 years.  We had 6 children, 3 boys and 3 girls and now lots of grand-
children and great-grandchildren.
 
      My husband, Don and I always held hands when we walked, never
went to bed without saying I love you and even held hands there
also.  Cuddled as you did.  I miss him so much but I know that he is
at peace now and free of pain.  His heart just gave out after having
4 defibrillators.  I have lots of wonderful memories and some
great kids that try to keep tabs on me.  I am fiercely independent
and have a lot of love to share.  I have a brother inlaw that has
been told his days are slowly coming to an end and he was very
bitter that the doctor had told him that.  I told him that Don's doctor
had also told him that and his reply to the doctor was patch me up
and send me home so that I can spend my days sitting on the couch
with my Millie.  I told him that he should be making memories
and not being mad.  I told him to get out with his wife, my
sister when he could and visit people and do things that they
can while they can.  I told him to make memories and they
are.  Life is short and we must enjoy the time that we have
together.  Don was my sweetheart at 17 and he will always
be my one and only love.  No one could ever fill his shoes or
replace his love.
 
        Keep up writing your stories; you have a gift of telling
stories that have meaning and love and caring.  My husband's
father came from Canada; the Martintown, Charlottenburg section
of Canada.  There are still cousins there whom I try to keep in
contact with.
                                    Sincerely, Millie
                                   
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people for you to read.

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That's it for tonight, my family of readers.

I promise to have a new story for you this weekend.

Whatever I come up with, I pray it will touch your heart

and soul.

God Bless

Mike
 

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