A Rhythm of Opposites

“Dear Friend, consider this our introduction. I wish we didn’t have to meet this way. But now, I want to tell you everything. In fact… I feel I need to.”

“Dear Friend, family is like a piece of music. And life is sometimes like a storm. At least for us it has been. I’ve built my life on such things.”

“Dear Friend, Ruth Andrews is a song. Keith Andrews is a storm. And my brother and I took pieces from both of them.”

“Dear Friend, baseball is not only one of the pillars of Johnny and I’s relationship or the conduit through which so much of our Gospel was built. Baseball, of all things, is an instrument. An instrument that will help play the songs of my story.”

“Dear Friend, these lessons and more would go on from one year to the next. And so too would baseball. Over time, Johnny and I would both make a name for ourselves in our small town of Jefferson. Sometimes for the same reasons. Sometimes for entirely different ones.”

“Dear Friend, the rhythm in Jefferson was about to change a little. Remember, what we’re really talking about here is making choices. Every choice has a consequence.”

“Dear Friend, here comes storm number three. Johnny was about to talk right into it.”

“Dear Friend, this is where their storm really began. Unfortunately, it’s not where it would end. Johnny would soon be rebranded once more. This time, far beneath the skin.”

“Dear Friend, Johnny and I were both looking for angels to save us. My brother believed he would find his in a new fight, a fight for his family and for his Country. As for me? I had no idea where I might find mine.”

“Dear Friend, big things were happening. And the greatest of all was love.”