He stands at the plate with his heart pounding fast. The bases are Loaded; The die has has been cast. Mom or Dad cannot help him; He stands all alone. A hit at this moment would send his team home. The ball meets the plate; He swings and misses. There's a groan from the crowd with some boos and some hisses. A thoughtless voice cries. " Strike out the bum!" Tears fill his eyes; The game's no longer fun. So open your heart and give him a break. For it's moments like this,A man you can make. Keep this in mind when you Hear someone forget. He's just a little boy and not a man, yet.
