I’ll never forget what it felt like to walk out on that mound with all of those eyes on me. .
No track, no accompaniment, just me. One voice breaking the silence on a clear Oklahoma summer night. .
Would I mess up? Would I forget the words? It never occurred to me that I might kill it. That I might love it. But the latter is exactly what happened. .
I sang with confidence, joy, and before I could finish, “and the home of the brave,” the crowd was cheering. Not necessarily for me, but because that’s what you do at a baseball game. .
As I left the pitchers mound, the players said, “good job,” as the announcer said my name again. .
As I walked back into the stands a man stopped me and handed me $20. “Darlin’ you’re gonna be famous someday.” I blushed. Really? .
I might not be a famous singer, but that day will forever stand out as a day when I took a hard first step and embraced my talents and shared them...and it felt amazing. Try it!