I was in Meijer’s (regional grocery chain) shopping the other weekend when I noticed a fifth grader smiling and waving at me. He looked familiar but I could not place from where. So I smiled and waved back. His face glowed at the recognition.

He was at the opposite end of the isle so we were not in talking distance. When I glanced over at him again, I sudden remembered where I knew him from. He was one of the 90 plus kids that I play for on Sunday mornings. He recognized me even though I wasn’t playing the bace.

Apparently, I am making an impression on the kids that I play for. How cool!