There’s only one profession where you can be both teacher and student, the judge and the jury, landlord and housekeeper, chef and waiter, detective and private investigator, coach, referee and cheerleader, bodyguard and prison guard, doctor and emergency room nurse, personal shopper and fashion critic, chauffeur and driving instructor, and financial advisor as well as collection agent. The duties and titles for this profession are used interchangeably, and quite often, simultaneously. Although this profession does not offer a salary, it can be quite rewarding. It’s a profession that requires nearly two decades of internship, but results in no formal certification or degree. Ideally, this profession involves a lifelong co-worker to assist with the responsibilities attached to success in the role. The profession is Parenting. The job title is either Mother or Father depending on ones gender. I am proud to be a Mother.
This role is not one to be taken lightly. The responsibilities are far too great. From the moment I heard my eldest son’s first cry, I knew that the magnitude of the journey ahead was far greater than I had imagined. This innocent child who reluctantly entered our world had no choice but to go home with me. He was defenseless, needy, helpless, and vulnerable. It was up to us—his parents, to give him what he needed in order to survive, and later, thrive. The position that I applied for and accepted is “Mother.” Of all the positions that I have had over the years, “Mother” is the title that I am most proud to hold.
You see, it’s so much more than having a baby. It doesn’t take much to do that. It’s raising a child in a safe environment, nurturing, teaching, caring, sharing, loving, sacrificing and being selfless. It’s tough love, long hugs, long talks, and discipline. It’s setting expectations and providing encouragement. It’s believing in their dreams and lending support. It’s offering a shoulder to cry on or being someone to cry with. It’s earning respect and ensuring that it’s given for a lifetime, and giving respect when it is due. Ah, the thrill of Motherhood! It’s challenging and complex and at times, it’s simple and uncomplicated. It requires that we give without expecting any personal reward. We give, expecting that our children will get more, be more, and do more as a result of what we gave…or gave up.
As a young woman awaiting the birth of my firstborn, I thought labor was the most difficult part of the experience. I was wrong. It was only preparation for the task ahead. It was preparation for the sleepless nights I spent worrying if he was still breathing and the soft bounces as I rest his head against my shoulder to comfort him while teething. It was the excitement of his first steps and the fear I felt when he had his first fall. It's the frustration of potty training and the aggravation of cleaning the floor around the toilet when he missed the big hole in the center. I can't forget about the anticipation on his first day of school and the stress of his first day as a latch key kid. It's the pride associated with admission into all honors courses as a freshman in high school, and the difficulty in knowing when to push harder and expect more, or when to accept that what they've done is their best. It's the fear in trusting that you have instilled enough to get them through their first crush and their first rejection, as well as their first test of peer pressure...knowing one decision could change their lives forever. The list goes on and on, but I wouldn't trade the job for anything. It's hard work, but it's a labor of love.
Today is the day that my oldest son was born. I'd like to think that in working to ensure that he grows up to be a great man, I too have become a better woman. I'm proud to be his mother, and I couldn't ask for a better son.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
If the Sun Never Shines Again...
Recent statistics cast a cloud of hopelessness on inner city youth—particularly African American and Hispanic youth. Results of nearly every study on the future of our youth indicates a less than bleak outlook. According to research, these youth, our youth, are more likely to go to jail than to college, more likely to contract a sexually transmitted disease than to abstain from sex until marriage, our young ladies are more likely to become teenage parents, and our young men are more likely to dodge the responsibility of fatherhood. From predictions of poor health and disease to a lifetime of poverty, the gray skies of low expectations make it seem nearly impossible for inner city youth to hope for sunny days.
While it is important to be mindful of the statistics, we mustn’t allow these indicators to determine what we can accomplish. For every negative statistic and projection there is a person who decided not to subscribe to the narrative and ignored the data. Instead, they decided to work harder, set goals, believe in themselves, accept responsibility for their actions, develop positive habits and relationships, and approach every day of their lives with a sense of purpose and urgency. As a result they beat the odds and had their opportunity to laugh in the face of adversity. A few well known examples that come to mind are Michael Jordan who was cut from his high school basketball team, Jennifer Hudson who wasn’t good enough to be America’s Idol, Jay Z who was raised in one of the worst NYC housing projects, Fantasia who was a teenage mother and high school drop out, and Kevin Garnett who gave everything he had on the court even when he was playing for a losing team.
Set your own goals, make your own predictions and live up to your own expectations without factoring in the negative forecasts projected by others. Be prepared for the storm, but don’t let it keep you from living your dreams. If the sun never shines on your side of town again, then dance in the rain. And dance like your life depends on it.
While it is important to be mindful of the statistics, we mustn’t allow these indicators to determine what we can accomplish. For every negative statistic and projection there is a person who decided not to subscribe to the narrative and ignored the data. Instead, they decided to work harder, set goals, believe in themselves, accept responsibility for their actions, develop positive habits and relationships, and approach every day of their lives with a sense of purpose and urgency. As a result they beat the odds and had their opportunity to laugh in the face of adversity. A few well known examples that come to mind are Michael Jordan who was cut from his high school basketball team, Jennifer Hudson who wasn’t good enough to be America’s Idol, Jay Z who was raised in one of the worst NYC housing projects, Fantasia who was a teenage mother and high school drop out, and Kevin Garnett who gave everything he had on the court even when he was playing for a losing team.
Set your own goals, make your own predictions and live up to your own expectations without factoring in the negative forecasts projected by others. Be prepared for the storm, but don’t let it keep you from living your dreams. If the sun never shines on your side of town again, then dance in the rain. And dance like your life depends on it.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
My name is Melanie and I'm an Addict...
I had an in depth conversation with a substance abuser yesterday. I wanted to know why she would allow a drug to control her life. I wanted to understand her mindset before, during and after drug use in the hope of helping her pinpoint some viable solutions to her problem. Here’s what happened:
She shared that since the first time she used her drug of choice she has been trying to duplicate the feeling, the high. She said that once she begins to use the drug, she falls into a dark place where nothing else matters except getting more drugs. She has sold her television, small appliances, jewelry, toiletries, household items, and her body in order to get money for drugs. Sometimes she will find another drug addict and they will put their money together and share the smallest amount of the drug that their money can buy. When she’s sober, she will quickly tell you that she cannot be trusted with any sum of money because she will use it to buy drugs. On a regular basis she can be found panhandling (she hates when I say begging) for spare change outside of her local grocery store or gas station. This woman will deprive her body of food, water, and sleep in her quest for her next high. She walks alone in dangerous, drug infested neighborhoods from dusk to dawn without any concern for her safety. She fails to bathe and doesn’t even think about the fact that she needs to take several prescription medications on a daily basis to maintain her health. Everyone in her community knows that she is a drug addict. I asked her if she ever feels regret or shame and she said “not when I’m trying to get high.” Nothing, and no one, is more important than getting high.
Unfortunately, her goal is a negative one. It is completely detrimental to her health and well being. But what if we applied the same energy to our own positive goals? I mean, we all say that we have something that we want to achieve and I’m sure we’d all like to think that we are giving it our all. However, when something we are working towards doesn’t go according to our plan or vision, we often rewrite the plan. We convince ourselves that we did our best and that there is nothing more we could do without some outside intervention.
Well, what if we approached our goals with the determination, commitment, and sense of urgency of a drug addict? What if we were fearless, focused, and fired up about our dreams? What if we were willing to put pride aside and ask for help? What if we were willing to give up material possessions to invest in our dreams? What if we stopped competing with others and instead learned to work together to reach a common goal? What if we gave our goals and dreams so much attention that everyone who knows us knows exactly what we are trying to achieve? What if we were relentless in our pursuit and able to show resilience in the face of our failures? Let’s stop “trying” to accomplish things. Let’s stop “hoping” it all works out for the best. Let’s develop a mindset that says “I am not willing to do without achieving this thing—because it’s way too important to me.” I want to be addicted to achieving my goals. What about you?
She shared that since the first time she used her drug of choice she has been trying to duplicate the feeling, the high. She said that once she begins to use the drug, she falls into a dark place where nothing else matters except getting more drugs. She has sold her television, small appliances, jewelry, toiletries, household items, and her body in order to get money for drugs. Sometimes she will find another drug addict and they will put their money together and share the smallest amount of the drug that their money can buy. When she’s sober, she will quickly tell you that she cannot be trusted with any sum of money because she will use it to buy drugs. On a regular basis she can be found panhandling (she hates when I say begging) for spare change outside of her local grocery store or gas station. This woman will deprive her body of food, water, and sleep in her quest for her next high. She walks alone in dangerous, drug infested neighborhoods from dusk to dawn without any concern for her safety. She fails to bathe and doesn’t even think about the fact that she needs to take several prescription medications on a daily basis to maintain her health. Everyone in her community knows that she is a drug addict. I asked her if she ever feels regret or shame and she said “not when I’m trying to get high.” Nothing, and no one, is more important than getting high.
Unfortunately, her goal is a negative one. It is completely detrimental to her health and well being. But what if we applied the same energy to our own positive goals? I mean, we all say that we have something that we want to achieve and I’m sure we’d all like to think that we are giving it our all. However, when something we are working towards doesn’t go according to our plan or vision, we often rewrite the plan. We convince ourselves that we did our best and that there is nothing more we could do without some outside intervention.
Well, what if we approached our goals with the determination, commitment, and sense of urgency of a drug addict? What if we were fearless, focused, and fired up about our dreams? What if we were willing to put pride aside and ask for help? What if we were willing to give up material possessions to invest in our dreams? What if we stopped competing with others and instead learned to work together to reach a common goal? What if we gave our goals and dreams so much attention that everyone who knows us knows exactly what we are trying to achieve? What if we were relentless in our pursuit and able to show resilience in the face of our failures? Let’s stop “trying” to accomplish things. Let’s stop “hoping” it all works out for the best. Let’s develop a mindset that says “I am not willing to do without achieving this thing—because it’s way too important to me.” I want to be addicted to achieving my goals. What about you?
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Are You too Busy to Live?
Often we find ourselves consumed with tasks, appointments, responsibilities, and the day-to-day stresses of work, family, and the like. In our own private world everything seems urgent. Most of the time there just doesn’t seem to be enough hours in the day. As a result we scramble to accomplish those things that we consider important and struggle to prioritize our personal to-do lists. At the eleventh hour we might try and shortchange an item or two by giving it less attention than we think it really deserves and still hoping our effort will be good enough. Other items we simply take from the bottom of our list for the day and put it at the top of our list for the next day.
As we nestle beneath the sheets and rest our heads on our pillows, thoughts of tomorrow become a silent nuisance that sometimes causes us to lose sleep. As fast as we can close our eyes and quiet the hysteria in our heads, we are awakened by the dreaded ringing of the alarm clock. We will ourselves to put our feet on the floor, and repeat the sheer madness of the day before. This, my friends, is what we call “life.”
I think it’s important to step out of the routine and humdrum and approach each day with a true sense of purpose. I’m not talking about the completion of an item on a to-do list kind of purpose; I’m talking about the kind of purpose that defines you as a person. The kind of purpose that makes you excited about getting out of bed in the morning and makes you feel complete at the end of the day. Take a moment and think about what would happen if you didn’t wake up tomorrow. Now, is there anything that you are doing that would make it impossible for the world to go on? Probably not.
Since we have established with some degree of certainty that life goes on, I think it’s important that our purpose be connected to carving our names in the tree of life by leaving our own personal mark on the world and the people in it. We should all focus on ensuring that the world is a better place for our having lived in it. Make no mistake; this does not have to be some enormous Mandela-like undertaking. It can be a small act that makes a big difference. Mentor or tutor a child, volunteer at a local community organization, support a cause here or abroad, protest injustice, donate food or clothing to a local church or shelter, go back to school, take an acting class, send a care package to a soldier, work towards that goal that you set for yourself but haven’t gotten around to because it’s too difficult, get out a board game and sit on the floor with your children and play it, let your kids help you cook and then eat dinner at the table as a family. That’s my idea of purpose. That’s what I call living.
The secret of life is that it’s not about what you accumulate materially, that will not last a lifetime. It’s about what you give to others that cements your footprint on life’s walk of fame. So tonight before you crawl into bed, take a moment and think about what you did today that really mattered. For tomorrow is not promised.
I leave you with a quote from the great Ray Charles – “Live each day like it is your last, because one day you are going to be right.”
As we nestle beneath the sheets and rest our heads on our pillows, thoughts of tomorrow become a silent nuisance that sometimes causes us to lose sleep. As fast as we can close our eyes and quiet the hysteria in our heads, we are awakened by the dreaded ringing of the alarm clock. We will ourselves to put our feet on the floor, and repeat the sheer madness of the day before. This, my friends, is what we call “life.”
I think it’s important to step out of the routine and humdrum and approach each day with a true sense of purpose. I’m not talking about the completion of an item on a to-do list kind of purpose; I’m talking about the kind of purpose that defines you as a person. The kind of purpose that makes you excited about getting out of bed in the morning and makes you feel complete at the end of the day. Take a moment and think about what would happen if you didn’t wake up tomorrow. Now, is there anything that you are doing that would make it impossible for the world to go on? Probably not.
Since we have established with some degree of certainty that life goes on, I think it’s important that our purpose be connected to carving our names in the tree of life by leaving our own personal mark on the world and the people in it. We should all focus on ensuring that the world is a better place for our having lived in it. Make no mistake; this does not have to be some enormous Mandela-like undertaking. It can be a small act that makes a big difference. Mentor or tutor a child, volunteer at a local community organization, support a cause here or abroad, protest injustice, donate food or clothing to a local church or shelter, go back to school, take an acting class, send a care package to a soldier, work towards that goal that you set for yourself but haven’t gotten around to because it’s too difficult, get out a board game and sit on the floor with your children and play it, let your kids help you cook and then eat dinner at the table as a family. That’s my idea of purpose. That’s what I call living.
The secret of life is that it’s not about what you accumulate materially, that will not last a lifetime. It’s about what you give to others that cements your footprint on life’s walk of fame. So tonight before you crawl into bed, take a moment and think about what you did today that really mattered. For tomorrow is not promised.
I leave you with a quote from the great Ray Charles – “Live each day like it is your last, because one day you are going to be right.”
Friday, June 26, 2009
Remembering a Legend
Two of my most prized possessions during my childhood were my Michael Jackson posters that I purchased with my allowance. They hung prominently on the wall on my side of the room. I was a part of the Pepsi generation…because of Michael. I can remember wishing I had money for one of those Michael Jackson jackets, but settled for a cheap imitation of the glove. I tuned into the television to watch every new video he crafted. The Thriller video solidified my belief that he was amazing! I wouldn’t miss an opportunity to see him make an appearance at an awards show and would stop in my tracks to gaze at his picture on a magazine cover. If that weren’t enough, there was Motown 25—his performance in a word, unforgettable.
To write about him posthumously is quite surreal. For although he was one of the greatest singers to ever hold a microphone, one of the best songwriters to pen a hit record, and the best performer to ever grace a stage, he was the furthest thing from my mind until yesterday. He’d sort of made his way into the recesses of my mind. Don’t get me wrong, if I were surfing the radio for a tune and heard any two notes from Billie Jean, Remember the Times, Man in the Mirror, PYT, Thriller, or any of the other anthems, I’d immediately turn up the volume and sing along while driving. If I were home, I might even throw in a few of the dance moves for good measure. However, I just didn’t have a reason to think about how amazing he really was as an artist.
Michael Jackson the artist was perfection. He wrote songs that had meaning…Beat it, Black or White, Heal the World…I could go on forever. After writing the songs, he sung them with passion. You could feel the emotion that he wanted you to feel. If you don’t believe it, go back and listen to She’s Out of My Life. He didn’t stop there. He put together award winning videos to bring the words of his songs to life. The videos were, and still are, unparalleled. Michael didn’t live on yesterday’s laurels; he kept trying to take his craft to the next level. He wanted to give his fans something new, different, better than before. His work was never a disappointment. If we were all willing to work as hard as Michael, I’m sure we’d be better at whatever it is we are doing.
Sometimes it takes death to make us realize the value of a life. This is one of those times. Legendary, Iconic, Hall of Famer, Greatest of All Time, Musical Genius, these are the words that I will use to describe his life and legacy. I will also remember to say a prayer for those who will remember him as son, father, brother, uncle, and friend.
Rest in Peace Michael.
To write about him posthumously is quite surreal. For although he was one of the greatest singers to ever hold a microphone, one of the best songwriters to pen a hit record, and the best performer to ever grace a stage, he was the furthest thing from my mind until yesterday. He’d sort of made his way into the recesses of my mind. Don’t get me wrong, if I were surfing the radio for a tune and heard any two notes from Billie Jean, Remember the Times, Man in the Mirror, PYT, Thriller, or any of the other anthems, I’d immediately turn up the volume and sing along while driving. If I were home, I might even throw in a few of the dance moves for good measure. However, I just didn’t have a reason to think about how amazing he really was as an artist.
Michael Jackson the artist was perfection. He wrote songs that had meaning…Beat it, Black or White, Heal the World…I could go on forever. After writing the songs, he sung them with passion. You could feel the emotion that he wanted you to feel. If you don’t believe it, go back and listen to She’s Out of My Life. He didn’t stop there. He put together award winning videos to bring the words of his songs to life. The videos were, and still are, unparalleled. Michael didn’t live on yesterday’s laurels; he kept trying to take his craft to the next level. He wanted to give his fans something new, different, better than before. His work was never a disappointment. If we were all willing to work as hard as Michael, I’m sure we’d be better at whatever it is we are doing.
Sometimes it takes death to make us realize the value of a life. This is one of those times. Legendary, Iconic, Hall of Famer, Greatest of All Time, Musical Genius, these are the words that I will use to describe his life and legacy. I will also remember to say a prayer for those who will remember him as son, father, brother, uncle, and friend.
Rest in Peace Michael.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
A Lesson from a Pain in the Neck
Last Wednesday started out pretty normal for me, but by the middle of the day, I found myself in a lot of pain. It was strange because I couldn’t pinpoint what I had done to cause my neck to hurt so badly. I tried massage, bed rest, warm compresses, and pain killers, but nothing seemed to alleviate my discomfort. I had to keep my head in one position because even the slightest turn felt like I was being stabbed in the neck. It would have been much easier if I could have stayed home in bed, but there were responsibilities that required my attention. One of those responsibilities involved me driving. Of course, in order to drive, you have to be able to turn your head from left to right, and you need to be able to look behind when backing out of a parking space. So I did what needed to be done. I tried to move my eyes without moving my neck whenever I could, and only moved my neck when it was absolutely necessary. Whenever I had to move it, I found myself in the kind of pain that makes you talk to yourself and breathe out loud. It was serious.
By Thursday evening, I was regretting that I hadn’t made an appointment to see my physician and beginning to think I’d need to visit an urgent care after hours medical center but I decided to pop two more pain killers and try and sleep it off. When I got up on Friday morning, there were signs of improvement. I could turn my head to the right with little pain. Turning to the left was not as bad either. I’m happy to report that by Saturday night I was back to normal.
Now, guess what I took from that experience? Well here goes: In our lives we all have our own “to do” lists. We are all striving to accomplish our goals. However, there are times when self-doubt creeps in and has us looking for answers in all the wrong directions. We look for someone or something to bail us out of uncomfortable situations. Quite often, we are ready to give up, postpone, or change our goals the minute our comfort zone becomes compromised. We start trying to look back to see if there is still room for us in a more familiar place, even though we know that we’ve outgrown it. We begin to prepare for defeat as soon as one thing doesn’t go according to our plan.
Now imagine how much we could accomplish if we felt like we were being stabbed in the neck whenever we found ourselves looking backwards with regret, or looking around with worry, self-pity and anxiety. Imagine if we were forced to look straight ahead at our goals and focus completely on doing whatever it takes to accomplish them. I don’t know anyone who enjoys pain, so I’d guess that we’d have a lot more people achieving their goals and living their dreams. So, I’m hoping that all who read this will keep looking ahead at their goals. I hope that when they feel hopeless, down and out, or begin to feel like it would be easier to retreat and abandon their dreams, they will be reminded of my pain in the neck. I hope the reminder will help them to quickly get their head back in the right place—focused on the mission ahead. Then my mysterious pain would not have been in vain. Keep your heads up!
By Thursday evening, I was regretting that I hadn’t made an appointment to see my physician and beginning to think I’d need to visit an urgent care after hours medical center but I decided to pop two more pain killers and try and sleep it off. When I got up on Friday morning, there were signs of improvement. I could turn my head to the right with little pain. Turning to the left was not as bad either. I’m happy to report that by Saturday night I was back to normal.
Now, guess what I took from that experience? Well here goes: In our lives we all have our own “to do” lists. We are all striving to accomplish our goals. However, there are times when self-doubt creeps in and has us looking for answers in all the wrong directions. We look for someone or something to bail us out of uncomfortable situations. Quite often, we are ready to give up, postpone, or change our goals the minute our comfort zone becomes compromised. We start trying to look back to see if there is still room for us in a more familiar place, even though we know that we’ve outgrown it. We begin to prepare for defeat as soon as one thing doesn’t go according to our plan.
Now imagine how much we could accomplish if we felt like we were being stabbed in the neck whenever we found ourselves looking backwards with regret, or looking around with worry, self-pity and anxiety. Imagine if we were forced to look straight ahead at our goals and focus completely on doing whatever it takes to accomplish them. I don’t know anyone who enjoys pain, so I’d guess that we’d have a lot more people achieving their goals and living their dreams. So, I’m hoping that all who read this will keep looking ahead at their goals. I hope that when they feel hopeless, down and out, or begin to feel like it would be easier to retreat and abandon their dreams, they will be reminded of my pain in the neck. I hope the reminder will help them to quickly get their head back in the right place—focused on the mission ahead. Then my mysterious pain would not have been in vain. Keep your heads up!
Friday, June 5, 2009
Where Will "Amazing" Happen?
Before the playoffs even started, most people had already predicted the teams that would be in The Finals. There was much anticipation for the LeBron – Kobe series. There’s even a series of commercials that feature LeBron and Kobe puppet- like characters (the commercials are pretty funny too.) The Cleveland Cavaliers breezed through the first two rounds of the playoffs in dramatic fashion. They won both of those series without their opponents winning a single game. Their sense of purpose was clear and they repeatedly reminded viewers that they had “One Goal.” Anything short of winning the championship was simply unacceptable. The Cavaliers were featured on every sports channels highlight reel. Their star player, LeBron James, was interviewed or talked about nearly as much as our President. Over in the West, Kobe Bryant and the Lakers were making their presence felt and already being considered as the team to beat. The playoffs were just a process, a means to an end…or so we thought.
Cleveland had to play one more team in order to make it to The Finals—The Orlando Magic. Right from the start it was clear that the two teams were equally skilled and that this was not going to be business as usual for the Cleveland Cavaliers. Predictions started going all the way to game 7 in a seven game series. Even still, most people thought the Cavs would win the series. Well, we were wrong. The Orlando Magic played the Cleveland Cavaliers and beat them 4-2 to earn a trip to the Finals. No need for a game seven. Cleveland was devastated. I imagine they were just as surprised as the rest of us. With such an upset, there’s little room for adjustments in TV land. The commercials were already made…and they were working. So although the first game of The Finals has already been played, there is no puppet-like character for Orlando’s star player. I get the feeling he doesn’t mind at all.
What I’d like you to take from this is simple: No matter what people say about you, no matter who thinks you can’t win, no matter what the odds are, you are possible. Ignore statistics that might suggest that you are destined for failure. Don’t worry about people who seem to be bigger, stronger, faster, or better than you. Don’t envy the success of others and don’t stress out because it appears your talents or skills go unnoticed. Keep working your hardest at being your best. Not as good as someone else, not better than the best, just the best that you can be. The fanfare and the limelight mean nothing, if you don’t achieve the goal. LeBron would trade the puppet-like character in a heartbeat for the opportunity to be in The Finals. Perfect your craft. Practice, study, surround yourself with like-minded people, build your confidence… give it everything you’ve got. Silence the naysayers through your actions, not your words. Your dream is achievable. Your goal is within reach.
The NBA has a commercial that ends with this question: Where will “Amazing” happen? So far, it’s happened in Orlando (at least in the eyes of basketball fans.) I’m wondering, where will “Amazing” happen in the “real world?”
Cleveland had to play one more team in order to make it to The Finals—The Orlando Magic. Right from the start it was clear that the two teams were equally skilled and that this was not going to be business as usual for the Cleveland Cavaliers. Predictions started going all the way to game 7 in a seven game series. Even still, most people thought the Cavs would win the series. Well, we were wrong. The Orlando Magic played the Cleveland Cavaliers and beat them 4-2 to earn a trip to the Finals. No need for a game seven. Cleveland was devastated. I imagine they were just as surprised as the rest of us. With such an upset, there’s little room for adjustments in TV land. The commercials were already made…and they were working. So although the first game of The Finals has already been played, there is no puppet-like character for Orlando’s star player. I get the feeling he doesn’t mind at all.
What I’d like you to take from this is simple: No matter what people say about you, no matter who thinks you can’t win, no matter what the odds are, you are possible. Ignore statistics that might suggest that you are destined for failure. Don’t worry about people who seem to be bigger, stronger, faster, or better than you. Don’t envy the success of others and don’t stress out because it appears your talents or skills go unnoticed. Keep working your hardest at being your best. Not as good as someone else, not better than the best, just the best that you can be. The fanfare and the limelight mean nothing, if you don’t achieve the goal. LeBron would trade the puppet-like character in a heartbeat for the opportunity to be in The Finals. Perfect your craft. Practice, study, surround yourself with like-minded people, build your confidence… give it everything you’ve got. Silence the naysayers through your actions, not your words. Your dream is achievable. Your goal is within reach.
The NBA has a commercial that ends with this question: Where will “Amazing” happen? So far, it’s happened in Orlando (at least in the eyes of basketball fans.) I’m wondering, where will “Amazing” happen in the “real world?”
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