Part Two: The First Domain of Identity

Last week, an eight-year-old threw his first strike and felt like he was flying. Welcome back.

Now comes the part of the story that took me decades to understand.

Part One: The Assignment That Made My Stomach Drop

Last time, I promised you stories. I told you we would begin where I began — on a Little League pitcher’s mound, eight years old, about to learn something about who I was that would take me decades to understand. So pull up the chair.

Here is where it starts.