“The bird who dares to fall is the bird who learns to fly”
I discuss with my students Martin Seligman and people on campus who radiate positivity.
The children I mentor at the abuse shelter discuss who is being nice to them.
I discuss people who have inspired me to serve a purpose bigger than myself, pried opened my heart to the possibility of love again and those who share a mutual affection for nature.
I discuss great warriors, writers, teachers, coaches with my son.
I finally came to my senses that the only way I could overcome my obstacles, serve a purpose other than myself and strive to reach my dreams was two fold- work hard and have a team of supportive people by my side. We are not alone in the fight.
This is not to say that everyone should throw the towel in and rescue you from yourself and your troubles- struggle can bring tremendous personal growth. This is never more true right now than with my teenage daughter who wants everyone to give and do everything for her(yes, the word entitlement comes to mind). However, I am her Mickey- she just doesn’t realize it- yet!
Mickey was always there to push Rocky past the point of comfortable, work hard for what he wanted and move in a direction that not only led to wins in the ring but in life. In fact, most of the characters in the Rocky movies all played a different yet vital role in motivating him- especially his opponents- have you seen Ivan Drago?!
This David and Goliath fight was not only to avenge Apollo’s death but more importantly it was a brilliant metaphor of how big life’s challenges can be- yet- if we have the will to win and the right people in our corner, we can be victorious.
You may be wondering how you find your Mickey?
“I own my words, thoughts and actions.
I don’t own your reaction to them.
I don’t own your words, thoughts and actions.
I own my reaction to them.”
Opening day for another great season of baseball.
As it does each year, it brings with it the reminders of why we love the game…
The National Anthem played while the boys stand there with their hats held across their hearts, the smell of burgers and popcorn fill the air, volunteers everywhere, little siblings running up and down the bleachers-laughing, screaming, crying because they just dropped their ice cream-parents cheering for each and every kid on the team as if they were their own.
Yes, a sense of family is born each season- and with that, means teaching the boys to be humble for days that end with a win and dust off the clay when losses come their way, learn from them and keep on, keeping on. I venture to say this is true in most aspects of our lives.
What made today really awesome not only for my son but for all the players and parents was the umpire.
Charles is unlike any other. We have had the pleasure of getting to know him for a few seasons now. An Army veteran and former player himself-once upon a time was recruited and played for a Minor league team with dreams of making it big before repeated injuries set him on a slightly different path. Charles has a true passion for the game, and brings with him a genuine care and concern for each and every player. Often taking time to offer words of encouragement, give specific pointers, strutting his goofy dance moves on the field, always calling a fair game and keeping the kids and parents laughing with his amazing sense of humor and love of life.
He serves as a wonderful reminder that regardless of the obstacles we must overcome and where we work, we can do it with passion, to the best of our ability and seize every opportunity to make meaningful connections with others.
I thank him for his service to our country and to the kids in our community especially #42.
For as this appalling ocean surrounds the verdant land, so in the soul of man there lies one insular Tahiti, full of peace and joy, but encompassed by all of the horrors of the half-lived life.