By Rabbi Moshe Dov Heber
It was a quiet Sunday afternoon when I received a phone call from a mother who had just returned from the Waterbury Sunday Baseball League.
“Rabbi Heber,” she said, her voice full of emotion, “I have to share something with you.”
She described a middle school boys’ baseball game she had just watched. Ezzy, a strong hitter known for his power, was up at bat. On the mound stood Yehuda, pitching one impressive throw after another. Ezzy struck out—a rare sight.
But what happened next is what stayed with her.
Instead of reacting with frustration—no bat throwing, no helmet slamming—Ezzy turned to Yehuda and said two simple words:
“Great pitch.”
That was it.
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