Once I asked my father what he had wanted to be when he grew up. "A baseball player," he told me, his voice wistful with the memory.
Dad was a lifelong athlete--golf, tennis, bowling, whatever. Maybe in another day and time, he could have pursued his diamond dream, but he was born into poverty and the Great Depression dominated his early adulthood.
He's being scouted now, and sooner rather than later, heaven will be signing him for the home team.