Fearless. When I was 11 years old, I was part of a baseball team that was getting ready to play the National Little League championship game. It was a warm day with sunny,blue skies. It was humid, but there was a light, cool breeze. The stadium was packed and I was warming up with my teammate, right in front of the stands. As I glanced over, I could see people looking for their seats, buying from vendors and kids going up and down the stairs. I could hear the fans rooting for us, saying encouraging words. I could also see people just having conversations while waiting for the game to start. But a statement from one of those conversations happened to catch my ear, and until this day, has stuck with me.