June 21, 2024, Israel
Our former home in Florida, as it looks today. To me, it was paradise.
Time, Time, Time, see what's become of me, Seasons change with the scenery. It is the springtime of my life.
Out on the baseball field, Hollywood, Florida, summer, late 1970s. As usual waiting around for some pickup game of baseball. The sun is shining, all is good, it is the springtime of my life. And then suddenly rains come, heavy rains. No more baseball for today. I arrive home soaking wet, but by then, something that is known to Floridians, the rain stopped as soon as it started, as if it never was.
I come inside, my mother says, "What are you doing home so soon? What happened?" I explained about the rain. She looks outside and sees nothing. "It is a sunny day!"
I was not an experienced Floridian, having just arrived from New York a few weeks earlier. Floridians are familiar with this phenomenon.
Just another day, of no significance, tomorrow is another day, just like today, life goes on. Same as it ever was.
And you are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
But the years have passed and suddenly that thought, that image, popped into my mind. I am no longer 17. We no longer live in Florida, and I cannot just open the door and see my dear mother. It is a hazy shade of winter. Hold on to your memories my friends.
But my mother's smile, busy with the daily chores, taking care of everything, that stays with me. My brother happened to be in that region recently and visited our old house. The house still stands, virtually unchanged, our synagogue has moved. And, you can never go home.
At that moment, being on the baseball field, so young, did I ever think of the future? What were my worries, my concerns? (paying for the next Tom Petty Album?) Did I realize how fleeting it all is? Did I understand how we need to take in the moment, to cherish every memory, to enjoy each person in our lives while we have them?
Shortly after that two of my grandparents passed away, my older brother had already left home, life would change. When my grandfather died, I recall my mother being totally absent-minded, I had never seen her this way. Everyone's laundry ended up in the wrong drawers, we said nothing. Years later I would experience this same feeling but at the time my parents seem immortal. We were all immortals. And life was a pickup baseball game on a sandlot, with an occasional burst of rain.
But the sunshine returns.
the years have passed, but if your hopes should pass away Simply pretend... That you can build them again.
I think of my dear mother's smile, which she never lost, the sun is out, keep playing ball, it is the springtime of your life. Keep playing, and keep smiling, even if you have to pretend.
Yes, rain will come and hit us hard, we will run for shelter, but we must remember that this too shall pass and the sun shall shine again, and the day is yet young, and you can keep playing ball, the eternal boys of summer. And think of your dear mother's smile, and let the sun shine. Let the sun shine in.
This is a song of hope. Take that smile and hold on to it, keep it in your pocket for a rainy day. Keep playing ball, the boys of summer.
Moshe Katz, 7th dan Black Belt, Israeli Krav Maga. Certified by Wingate Institute. Member Black Belt hall of fame, USA and Europe.
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