Being an ARROW means you are part of a baseball brethren. In fact, we call it a "brotherhood". My name is Lance Heck and I became a coach when I was 18 years old. I was 5 years older than the players on that first team. I was recovering from a broken heart when my friend Eric Whipple asked me to help him with his rec ball team. My throwing wrist and been in a cast for nearly 6 months leading up to my uneventful senior season and I hated the game. My High School coach didn't know how hard I had worked just to be able to throw again. He didn't know about all the prayers and the visualization techniques - I would become blood and rush to my wrist to repair my scaphoid bone. The game had broken my heart, but I had no idea the gift I was about to be given. I was about to start a journey that would put me in place of leadership for hundreds of young men. Now, nearly 20 years later, that first group of boys are men. They were the first team of the brotherhood and they made every other group possible. Somewhere out there, twelve guys in their early 30s are responsible for the story that follows. This is the first blog post for Arrows Baseball and is written by Casey Grice, a father that love's his sons, a father that felt the pain of his little boy's broken heart, and shared his recognition of God's perfect timing.
ARROW maker
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