We were always taught that sports were so good for teens and t’weens. Agreed. The rules of the game and engagement are life lessons. Sports train us to go further than the body at rest wants to do. Certain venues change, once boxing was at the top of best selling tickets. News headlines captured America with upcoming bouts. We loved it. Teddy Roosevelt must have watched a few jaw breaking, sweat pumping matches before writing a commentary on life.
Words from a plaque on the wall next to my father’s desk, encourage and echo the rhythm of each athlete in the game of life. My sister sent me the words in an email. I love the second line and she and Dad especially like the last line.
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doers of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.”byDeborahonMonday, January 02, 2012Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to PinterestMilitary Life:Deborah,Inner strength,stress