Now fast forward 20 years later.Her sister and I are divorced for 15 years now and her and I have re-connected via FB. She lives 200 miles away in the... country and I'm still in the city and we have this internet friendship thing and we talk on the phone every once in a while. One day she calls and says she is going to be in town for her friends wedding rehearsal and I should come meet her and I agree. So early that night I go meet her and her friends we all have a drink and a little conversation. "Im fine daddy." she says as I wipe away one of her tears."Then whats this?" I ask brushing away her hair over her forehead to see a mark from one of the rocks. It was dripping blood."Its nothing.." she says as she pushes my hand away. I sit her up and grab a bottle of water and a Band-Aid I found in the glove box."Sit still baby." I say as I gently drip water into the wound, making her wince. I then rub the dirt out carefully, then seal it with a Band-Aid. "There you go. All better now." I see. "Can we talk to you a minute?" Heather asked, subdued and a little downcast. Both of them looked bedraggled, and a little tired, like they hadn't been getting much sleep."Sure, come on in," Mike said. "Can I get you some coffee?" That's be nice," John said. "Regular and straight, if you have it." Me, too," Heather said.Mike looked around the house. It was something of a mess. The TV was going, and Tiffany and Henry were making some noise. "If this is business, maybe we'd better go downstairs,". For Tad, I brought along an oversized Gwinnett Braves T-shirt and a baseball I had earlier scrounged from the ballpark. An Official International League baseball. Autographed by none other than Marty Coggins.Tad met me at the door and I got the hero treatment once again. The boy was genuinely excited at the prospect of breaking bread with a real live sports star – minor league division. I understood the reaction somewhat. I still remembered as a kid being taken by my father to meet a very.