

But a few days later Jonathan and Ricky were practicing hitting the ball
in his backyard, Jonathan became somewhat concerned about Ricky’s ability as
Ricky kept missing the ball. He could see Ricky’s frustration building with
every missed swing.
“Man, I’m not doing this anymore,” said Ricky. “I can’t do it, Jon. That’s
it, I quit.” He slammed the bat to the ground.
Jonathan picked up the bat and looked Ricky right in the eye and said, “Man,
you can do it. I know you can, you’re not a quitter! Besides I’ve got the
whole team looking forward to your playing again. Don’t let yourself
down.”
Ricky turned his head away from Jonathan as he didn’t want him to see his
teary eyes. Just then Ricky’s dad appeared at the back door, and
hearing the boy’s discussion, he moved to Ricky’s side and put his arm
around him.
“Jonathan, you’re right. Ricky’s not a quitter. He can do this.”
“But, Dad,” said Ricky, “I feel so stupid. Everyone will laugh at me ‘cause
I’m different. They’ll think I’m a freak.” Ricky began to sob.
Jonathan looked helplessly at Ricky’s dad.
“Don’t worry, Jonathan. Ricky will be at the first practice and he’s going
to do very well. We’re going to practice together every day. “
Jonathan grinned. He gave Ricky a pat on the shoulder. “I’ll see ya
tomorrow. Stay cool.”
As Ricky practiced with his father, Jonathan and his dad talked with the
other coaches about Ricky playing on his team.
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