Crying into my excellent wine~

I’m a softy.  As a former Athlete, (yeah, yeah, yeah – elite athlete….What is that? Someone who represented their country in the top-tier.) ~Whatever.  My body doesn’t work as elegantly, now.

Anywhoo…
as dievca has a glass of Master’s wine in her hand…umm, a little tipsy.

As a former Athlete, I appreciate and treasure the life’s lessons and experiences which athletics can give a child, young adult, and adult.  These lessons are beyond the athletic skills, they are social awareness lessons, reality lessons, health lessons and love lessons. And those lessons or gifts may come from the most unexpected places.

I remember learning, at 7 years old, that you don’t know who is sitting around you, so if you don’t have anything nice to say about another athlete – don’t say anything at all.

Then being offered a piece of the new-fangled Bubblicious bubble gum.

The advice stuck. So did the bubblegum.

The reason I was crying was this E:60 story.  I love Men, I love teenagers – all their angst, I love boys, I love children — anything that makes a child’s Life better is gold. Add something athletic? Golden.

(note this a long clip, 24 min – sorry.)

It reminds me to tell the kids I run into that I love them.  Have you told the kids in your Life that you love them? Do it. And those teenagers? They are still kids, they need you. Be there.

PS. For those USA Sports Nuts — my team got dropped in the Sweet 16, but my second choice has made it through to the final four. March Madness is always a bit of fun.

Damn. This wine is going down way too easily. Whew!