The Dugout Man

I was about six at the time, so the details are rather fuzzy. I was watching my father play softball with a bunch of his colleagues. I was in one of the empty dugouts. I remember wanting to go outside so I could see him better. I was just walking down the bleachers (I think) when my foot caught on something and I did a face-plant onto the cement floor of the dugout. Suddenly, a warm light began shining. I thought the sun had come out from behind a cloud since it was overcast that day. Anyway, standing in the door to the dugout was a tall, blonde, blue-eyed man. I asked if he was on my father's team. He said no, and told me to put my face under the tap (there was a water spigot coming out of the wall right where I had fallen). He turned the water on, then his glow faded. A couple minutes later, my father came rushing over to see if I was okay. I asked him if he had seen the man. He hadn't. To this day (I'm now 19) I don't know if he was a man or angel.

I don't like sitting in the top of stadiums or any other type of arena because of my fall.