Last night we were at the ballfield watching Joshua play ball. He was playing centerfield and the ball was hit out to him. It bounced and popped his mouth. He went down to his knees, held his mouth, coaches were running out to him, players concerned and blood was flowing. I popped up out of my seat and headed out to the field. Just at that time, he got up and started walking to the dugout. It was a bad pop and looked a whole lot worse than it really was after we cleaned up the blood. He took his turns at bat each inning and held ice on his mouth between plays. Our team was down 8-0 and then Joshua made the only run for the night. Our team lost, however, it was a big win for Joshua in perspective. He pressed through and finished what he started. After the game, one of the coaches was consoling him. I made the comment, “He will be just fine. If you don’t want to get hurt, don’t play the game.” That thought just popped out of my mouth. I was reminded last night that no matter how bloody, how painful, how bad you lose, you always have the gift of perspective. We have a choice in how we see life. That is the greatest gift that we possess.