“For he today, that sheds his blood with me, shall always be my brother.” – Shakespeare
Memorial tournaments are an all too real reminder that we are not invincible.
One day you are in a picture with a teammate, a friend, and a few years later they are gone.
Their spirit must live on.
There is a millisecond of time when the truth is flashed for all to see.
I have learned, at times I am part of my own journey and at other times I am here to help others on their journey. The only part I haven’t figured out as of yet, is, which is happening, when.
In a weird way, I wound up doing exactly what my soul already knew I would do, just in a way I never imagined.
A Mutual Mentorship
Thirty-three years later, what we understood now, that we didn’t quite comprehend then was it was the losses and not the wins that best prepared us for life. They taught us how to handle and come back from adversity.
He went on to share with me that his goal is to ‘just win one match in his high school wrestling career.”
Now, To you and I, that statement sounds like it comes from an underachiever – but if you ever knew his circumstances you would understand how overachieving and insurmountable “just one win” seems to him.
It takes a lifetime to understand the importance of letting people know how much they mean to you. There are times when you meet someone who winds up making a big difference in your life. In the way you think, how you act, who you have become. And despite time, or their absence, a piece of them continue to live inside of you. READ BOOK ONLINE