I was going to write, as is quite often the case, the best blog ever. But something changed that, because this blog I could not make up. This blog I couldn’t think of on my own. In fact this blog that you are reading now has to do something with an actual event that some of you may have saw on TV. Steve Monfortos caught a ball that Jason Werth, a right fielder from the Philadelphia Phillies, hit. This is no easy task and I myself have never been closer than 20 rows to a ball landing much less given the chance to catch one. Well he did what every good father should do and gave it to his child who was watching the game with him. She responded by doing what every 3 year old in that situation would do and dropped it over the railing.
His first thoughts were something along the lines of “Oh no” (as they say in Thailand the thoughts were same same but different) and it was easy to read the words coming from his lips. His daughter turned around to face him. Quite proud that she was able to play in the game also and she must have given him the biggest smile because the television cameras caught his smile and he gave her a hug and all was forgiven.
In my original blog I compared and contrasted this to many acts forgiveness or act’s of forgiveness being withheld that the United States has seen being played out on the media that past two weeks. And as a writer I made a tough choice. Do I write more or do I let it stand on its own? I decided to let it stand on its own because quite honestly there is no lesson I could add to what happened and comparing to other events would only sully and cheapen such a beautiful moment. There is simply nothing I can add to explain forgiveness any more than he did with that hug.