My grandson MJ went to an Indianapolis Indians game last week. He was able to get a couple baseballs from the first baseman who kept throwing him balls. After the game MJ was waiting with a few other boys to get autographs. When a player looked at one boy and said where's your ball for me to sign. The boy said "I don't have a ball". MJ reached into his pocket and gave this stranger a ball. When the player got done signing for all the boys, he told MJ to wait, he went into the dugout and got a bat, signed it and gave it to MJ.
There are many things I'm proud of MJ, but his heart and generous spirit is at the top of the list. You go MJ! I'm so very proud of you! - C Easton