There was something a little different about Jim Abbott when he was born. He did not have a right hand. Some people quietly said, "Oh dear, how will this boy ever play, catch, or throw?" How will he go after his dreams? Jim paid close attention to the soft whispers all around him. He could feel the eyes on him. It hurt his heart a little bit at times. He knew he was different, and being different can make you feel alone at times.
But Jim had something that no one else could see: a dream. He was a big fan of baseball. He loved the loud crack of the bat, the happy cheers from the crowd, and the fun of running after a ball in the warm sun. He just wanted to play more than anything else. At first, it was hard. The ball dropped. His glove fell off right away. Some people were not so sure. Jim, on the other hand, did not give up. He found a new way to have fun every single day. His dream started to shine brighter than his worries little by little.