MY HEART BREAKS.

At the beginning of my son’s first soccer season this fall, I just about could not bear the absolute cuteness of all the little four year old boys running around in too-big soccer shirts, too-long soccer shorts, shin guards and cleats.  It seriously broke my heart to see my little guy all in his soccer gear, growing up, looking absolutely adorable.

He’s my youngest, what can I say.

And oh, that first practice.  Chaos.  There were tears.  There were tackles.  There was stealing balls.  There was confusion.

There were little boys learning the rules of team sports.

And there were little boys crowding around their coach to listen.  For some, maybe their first authority figure other than a parent.

Drills were practiced.  Skills were learned.

And they were happy.  Soccer is FUN!

I’m running.  I’m playing.  I’m laughing.

I’m trusting those around me.

I’m safe here.

And then this week the news broke.

Penn State.

And my heart absolutely breaks.  But for altogether different reasons.

My heart breaks for the little boys.  For their lost innocence.  For their violated trust by those who were entrusted.

For moral bankruptcy.  Again.  And again.  And AGAIN.

 Prayers for all the Sandusky victims, known and unknown.

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