Archive for July 7th, 2014

Most of the people who have really counted in my life were not famous.  Nobody ever heard of them – except those who knew and loved them.  I knew an old priest once.  His hair was white, his face shone.  I have written my name on thousands and thousands of baseballs in my life.  The old priest wrote his name on just a few simple hearts.  How I envy him.  He was not trying to please a crowd.  He was merely trying to please his own immortal soul.  So fame never came to him.
I am listed as a famous home-run hitter.  Yet beside that obscure priest, who was so good and wise, I never got to first base.
    —    George Herman “Babe” Ruth, Jr.
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