What’s in Your Hand? “I can’t do it,” wailed four-year-old Eva. “It’s too hard.” My granddaughter looked at me with streaming eyes.  “You haven’t even tried, and you’re already giving up. What’s that in your hand?” She looked down. “A bat.” “You have everything in your hand that you need. You just have to try.” She scuffed her shoes on the ground. “But I can’t hit it like Rhodes can.” I knelt and looked into her eyes. “You don’t have … Continue reading →