“Pick me, pick me. Don’t pick me last,” I chanted under my breath. I remember standing off to the side as the team captains chose their teams.
The captain selected until there was just two of us. I pushed my glasses up on my nose that slipped because of nervous sweat. The other girl went to join her team. The other captain did not even call my name.
My chest tightened, looking down at the ground and joined my team. My reluctant team members created a circle. I went to join but one of the girls took another’s hand closing me out.
I really didn’t belong on any team. Standing on the outskirts, my head hung low.
It was the last inning, and my turn at bat. Two outs and my team’s score lagged behind by two points. No one seemed to care about my turn, and the despair at losing already filled the air. Two of my teammates stood on the bases looking ready to come back in.
My angry thoughts crowded into my head. “Why don’t I belong anywhere?”
The pitcher wound up and threw. I saw the ball coming at me with swiftness. I knew the P.E. teacher was about to call a third strike. I swung and felt my bat ping. The ball soared into the outfield over the outfielders’ heads.
My teammates yelled run. I took off in a blur, running passed first, second. My other teammates sped into home base. I doubled down running faster.
“Run, run Mary.” My team members cheered, jumping up and down. The ball soared into the infield. I bolted down the home-base line. I then slid down into the base. The ball landing in the catchers hand. I touched the base almost simultaneously. The catcher dropped the ball as we connected.
My P.E. teacher yelled, “Safe.”
The team erupted into cheers, surrounding me including me in their circle of joy.
My chest lightened as the sun shined down on my face. My P.E. teacher handed me the ball. “Keep this. Your home run ball.”
Pick This Team
I remember that day now as I think of the word, “team.” We all want to feel belonging and love.
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