{"id":1699,"date":"2010-06-08T21:33:46","date_gmt":"2010-06-09T02:33:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/zepfhyr.com\/blog\/?p=1699"},"modified":"2020-02-06T20:58:00","modified_gmt":"2020-02-07T02:58:00","slug":"untitled-short-story-june-8-2010","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/zepfhyr.com\/blog\/2010\/06\/untitled-short-story-june-8-2010\/","title":{"rendered":"The Journey &#8211; June 8, 2010"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Commander Joseph Lynch sat silently, waiting.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You are clear for space walk, Commander. Good luck out there.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The voice echoed inside Joe&#8217;s helmet. He had a very important task ahead, and he tried to focus on it. No matter how hard he tried, his thoughts wandered.<\/p>\n<p><em>Little Joey Lynch gripped the bat tightly. He watched the pitcher start the wind-up. Here came the throw. Joey brought the bat around as hard as he could. He missed entirely.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>&#8220;Don&#8217;t worry, Joe!&#8221; shouted his dad, as Joey ran to get the ball. &#8220;Just keep your eye on the ball. Watch it all the way into the bat. You can do it. I believe in you!&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Joey was the smallest kid on his little league team. His birthday had been about a week before the cut-off date for Kindergarten and his parents had sent him, anyway. Being the youngest kid in class had always made sports a bit harder for Joey. He was smart, probably the smartest kid in school. Except for Joanna. She was able to pick things up even faster than Joey. He didn&#8217;t mind, though. He thought she was cute.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>But, unfortunately, as the years had passed, being smart wasn&#8217;t enough to fit in. And so, Joey had decided to join the little league team that summer. Unfortunately, he had never hit a ball in his life.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>&#8220;Okay, kiddo,&#8221; his dad started, &#8220;here it comes!&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>The pitch sailed toward him and Joey swung with all his might. The bat connected with the ball, but just barely. It deflected the ball behind him, where it missed his mom&#8217;s car by a few inches.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>&#8220;Whoops!&#8221; His dad cringed as the ball very nearly landed them both in hot water. &#8220;Maybe we should change our angle <\/em>just<em> a little bit.&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>As Joey moved into position, his dad approached him for a little father-son coaching moment.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>&#8220;Okay, now, Joe,&#8221; his dad began. &#8220;This is it. This is the one. I can feel it on this pitch. This is your pitch. Can you feel it?&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Joey nodded his head. His dad handed him the ball for a moment. 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