A Mile in His Shoes Page #2

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this town again? Bargersville.

Bargersville, Indiana. Three and a quarter miles

south of 44. Tussler Farm. Tell him not to bother

coming up the driveway. You'll be waiting by your car. Did you get that? Okay, great. Amazing. [Apple bangs] No, I... I'm sorry. Um... Yeah. I'll see you

within the hour. Yes, thank you very much. Lemonade, Mr. Murphy? Oh, uh, thank you. Uh... Please, call me Murph. Would you like some ice,

Mr. Murphy? No, no, thank you.

This is great. Your son, Mickey,

he's a very special boy. Mickey has Asperger's syndrome. A form of autism. I... I'm sorry.

I didn't mean... He's really remarkable. Do you mind if I speak

with him for a minute? You a doctor? No, sir, I'm a baseball coach. You got quite an arm

there, Mickey. Have you ever played baseball? You know, baseball. Three strikes. Home run.

All that good stuff. No. Papa doesn't let me

leave the farm much. Plus, I don't think I'd be

very good at baseball anyway. Are you kidding me?

You got some heat! What? Talent. You have

a lot of talent, kid. Talent. Can you do a favor for me? That depends what it is,

because I won't chop wood. Papa won't let me use the axe. He said I could hurt myself. I won't have you chop wood,

I promise you. This here is a real

live baseball. May I take a look

at that apple, please? Thank you. They're about the same size. Only you can't eat this one. All right. Would you mind

taking this baseball and throwing it into that tub just like you did

with the apple? Oh, wow! That... That is amazing! That is really something! Whatever's going on

here has ended. Mr. Murphy, you've made

your phone call. I think it's best you go

back out to the road, wait by your car.

Uh, yeah. Can I talk to you about

something, Mr. Tussler? Did I tell you what

I do for a living? You mentioned you were

a baseball coach. Is that a living?

Well, yeah. What I meant was that I am the manager of

the Clayton River Rats, we're a semi-professional

baseball team in Clayton, Ohio. Right near Toledo.

Have you heard of us? 'Fraid not. Not much use

for games here on the farm. All right, sir, then I'll

get right to the point. That son of yours

is a very gifted boy. That's what all the doctors and

social workers keep telling us. Always wanting to cure him. Snake oil, as far

as I'm concerned. They don't know

who Mickey is at all. I'm not talking about

his condition, sir. I'm talking about his arm. That boy has a golden arm.

A what? I've been around a lot

of pitchers in my day, but nobody throws the ball as hard as Mickey just did

right now. If it's because of these apples,

I'm going to have an entire truckload shipped

into our next practice. Mechanics could use some work,

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