The Value of Claiming What’s Yours

This is a sad tale that I hope to redeem by turning into an object lesson for me and, perhaps for you as well. I went to a Trenton Thunder baseball game this past

Trenton Thunder game ticket

Saturday evening, in Trenton. You can see my purchased seat, Section 111, Row J, Seat 4. Practically exactly behind home plate. This is important, although it sure didn’t seem to be the Most Important Thing  when I arrived.

When I got all the way to my seat, having waited in line to pay for my parking, waited  for other cars to park, walked from the top deck of the car park a good distance to the stadium, waited in line to pick up my ticket, waited to get through the turnstile, walked the long flight of stairs, waited in line for a cold iced tea and some Cracker Jacks, threaded my way through those standing on the steps for no apparent reason, and finally reached my section and row… some guy was sitting in my seat.

I decided to be nice and not go through the ‘excuse me sir, you’re sitting in my seat,’ routine. You may have deduced by now that Waiting and I are on terse terms occasionally. I just didn’t see the value in claiming what was mine. The truth is, I lacked the courage to try.

Beside the inevitable waiting to take my seat that was sure to happen if I suggested he was in the wrong seat, there were several other reasons why it seemed logical, maybe even in my best interests. Not the least of which was that there were plenty of empty seats in the immediate vicinity and he was clearly with the people next to him. I didn’t like the four to one odds of That conversation. I took a seat and didn’t claim what was mine.

So, look where a pop-up foul ball landed.

Guy in my seat who caught My Baseball

Yeah, Section 111, Row J, Seat 4. My opportunity for That conversation, the, ‘excuse me sir, you’re sitting in my seat,’ one? I missed it.

I Shoulda Caught that Baseball!

Now, you can argue, and some of you will, that it was only a baseball at a Double A game, not a kidney transplant. True enough. That’s not my point.

The lesson for me, and for you, is to stand up for what is yours, because you never know what is in store for you if you do, or what you will miss if you don’t.

Live Honest, Open and True 

How many, ‘I Shoulda Caught that Baseball!’ moments, have you had? Where would you be if you’d made different choices? By the way, the Thunder took what was theirs over Portland, 8 – 2. 

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  7. Jeff Ransom

    Just another accumulated thing to lose/be eaten by the dog/ be forgotten/etc. Had he been near to you, while you were in the right seat, you might have been shouldered out of the way, and you’d have been even madder (hey, he’s a guy). Random acts of kindness, or intentionally serving another, without acknowledgement, are more internally beneficial and eternally satisfying for you than more stuff/awards/15 seconds of fame, yada, yada. Given the situation, you made a good choice, and not from a lack of courage, if you want to re-evaluate (lesson may apply to other shoulda, coulda, woulda events in life).

    • I appreciate your ideas here, Jeff. The irony is that I wasn’t upset at all (but you’re right, if I’d been elbowed out of the way, I woulda been!) It just seemed like a very clear message that I need to be where I know I am supposed to be, and when I am in that place, I can be ready to receive what is waiting for me.

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