Many of us run, and daily, to or from, something.
Some of you, from everything.
Others just run.
I’m reasonably fit. And, it’s likely I can outrun, and outfit, just about anyone reading this post.
However, I’ll grudgingly admit that even jumping from airplanes into the Jungles of Brazil, just to see if we can fight our way out is mundane compared to this:
I suppose I should add a warning not to try that without the proper training. On the other hand, it’s trying that makes most points. It’s not little league baseball. It’s okay to win. And, you do that by taking calculated risks.
When I was about ten, Curtis Burton the Third and I lifted his Mom’s new silk sheets and formed a parachute (of sorts). It worked good enough. When I came to, it was under the strain of my own Mothers words to the effect: “If you are okay, baby, I’m going to kill you!”
I always think you have to try. So, does this mean we can run from failure? And, do I fear the result of not giving my best?
Recently, one of my Shockers (soccer) squads had a Mom trying to convince them not to play n a pre-season tournament because they might lose, and confidence would be at risk. I was horrified. …possibly offended. Naturally, from my world view, anyway, we marched upon our opponents with vigor. The girls fought their way into the finals. And, so there you have it.
I always try, maybe that’s the point, here.
Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.
Brian Patrick Cork