I ran track in high school. Because I was the only high hurdler on the team, I ran the 110-meter hurdles out of necessity. Not suprisingly, I never set any records, but I did give it my best, especially the last time I ran. The last track meet of senior year was the Penn Jersey Conference Championships. My father, who had never witnessed any of my meets, was able to attend this one.
The race was called the start was clean. But at the eighth or ninth hurdle, I banged elbows with the runner next to me. The collision set off a chain reaction. I crashed into the next hurdle and down I went, taking a few other runners with me. Looking back, an onlooker who wanted to mix sports metaphors could have screamed, “Down goes Frazier! Down goes Frazier! Down goes Frazier!” (The immortal words of Howard Cosell.) Anyway, the picture was as unsightly as a train wreck. Disappointed, mad and embarrassed, I picked myself up, dusted myself off and went to sulk on the other side of the track. Soon, after a huddling of coaches and officials, the decision was made to run the race over, with no penalties to any runner. I was relieved when my coach came jogging over to relay the news.
The storybook ending is this: I won the race, and was honored to be First Team – All Conference. Finishing first, my last race was my best one, and the only one my father saw me run. I was glad to make my Dad proud.
Looking back, I often use this race as inspiration for life. How many times have I stumbled and inadvertently caused others to fall, but yet I was given a second chance? (Too many to tell here!) After each fall, each miss-step and each mistake, I pick myself up, dust myself off, and start over again. I call it “bounce-back-ability:” It’s the ability to get back up and keep it moving.
We should live with the knowledge that as we pick ourselves up and dust ourselves off, we make “Dad” proud by enduring trials, temptations and utter collapses. Our Heavenly Father is not looking down with anger or disdain; He loves us and wants the best for us. He is there cheering us on and encouraging us to get back up and try again.
I just watched scenes from the film The Blind Side again. My eyes began to tear as I watched as Michael Oher, played by Quinton Aaron, and his mother Leigh Anne Tuohy, played by Sandra Bullock, strengthened and sharpened each other.
The “rich white family from the suburbs” taking in the “poor black kid from the ‘hood” was by no means a one sided deal. The change in the hearts of the Tuohy family members was as dramatic as the change in the situation and surroundings for Michael Oher.
Watch The Blind Side again for the first time. It will change your life.