But beyond that, I was really proud of how well he integrated with the boys on the team. He may have been wearing a different uniform than most of them, but he cheered as loudly as anyone else (and even started some of the chants), encouraged the pitcher when things got dicey, called out the game situations from wherever he was positioned on the field, and chit-chatted with the boys in the dugout --most of whom he hadn't met-- like they were his friends.
We were definitely blessed with a good-natured human being in Isaac, and I don't think I could be more thankful.
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