So I decided I would go for a run last night after working out.  In high school during the football season I would go up to my grandparents house in town and run for hours.  It was my way to get away from the world and anything I had on my plate that week or whatever.  Well last night I parked the van up at grandma's and just took off jogging.  I'd really only planned on running about a mile or so due to the fact that anytime I run much or play ball my chest is on fire and kills.  I haven't really been giving GOD all the time that he deserves lately, which explains why i've been in yet another wreck and am out a vehicle once again.  The thing is that the things that have been happening to me aren't really persay, my fault, ya dig?  It's like i've just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.  Or am I in the right place at the wrong time?  To continue on I was running my little heart when I decided to venture off of my normal route to have a change. I was going down this street in town when I thought I had heard some children or something yelling at me.  I had my iPod in and just kept on running.  I was starting to wear down a bit so I stopped to chill out on my friend's parent's porch.  I sat for a few then realized how silly of a decision that was because I would start cramping up a.s.a.p.  I started walking down the sidewalk without my music playing, when out of no where this guy comes up and asks if I would sign this arm band. "Yeah, sure?" I said. May I remind you that this gentlemen is about 40ish or so.  He went on to explain that he has been a fan of me for years.  He told me that his son Stephen really looked up to me and always talked week to week about how he wanted to have 'that whitman referee' for his game on that Saturday.  I tried to tell the guy that he was mistaken that he was probably thinking of my older brother Logan,  but he assured me that it was me. Haha.  This guy knew nearly everything about me.  He was telling me my highest point game in high school. Reminding me about how I had gotten my front tooth knocked out at West Vigo and played through it.  He was asking how my recovery was coming from the surgery and everything.  About the time that I was ready to get out of there and take off running again his wife had come out and was about to wrip him a new one, until...she saw me standing there and ran out to me and thanked me for helping her kids grow up.  I had absolutely no idea who these people were.  I had asked her how I had done that, reminding her that I'd only referee'd her childrens basketball games.  She told me how the street that they live on had all sorts of different "types" of people that lived along their way but all her kids wanted to do was to play basketball like "Caleb Whitman" and save their allowance to get into the games that week and save their money on the weeks the games weren't at home to help pay for gas to go to sectional at the end of the season.  In the midst of this conversation an honest tear stirred up.  This was like nothing i've ever heard.  I miss the game of basketball so much and to hear things like that kind of humbles me but it hurts.  I am blogging on this to remind people that our actions reflect us even when we think that nobody is watching.  This timeline of me playing was when I was just a baby christian and didn't know much but to just be nice to people and give your anger to the Lord.  So when you are out and about just smile at someone because you don't know who else other than GOD is really watching.... :)  GOD Bless  -Whitman (<3)-