This week I was consumed by pulling together all the necessary papers to file my taxes. I almost wrote about all the tears I spilled over it, but then I thought, “Heck no—don't despair. Instead, inspire.”
Which brings me to this link, where you'll find an article apropos to one ever-constant variable of the human condition:
We all count.
By that, I don't mean solely to the Tax Man.
This article, reprinted from the New York Times, is about Finell White, a high school basketball star who, in the late 1980s, had a phenomenal scoring record. His season average was 55.6 points: the highest average ever by an American prep player. In one game, he scored an astounding 79 points, one of which was a 64-foot three-pointer.
he made the “Faces in the Crowd” column of Sports Illustrated, so one would think he was on every college coaches' radar, right?
But he was never approached by any.
The article, by Brendan Quinn in the New York Times, tells how, at every turn on Finell's fateful life journey, he missed the road to success.
For the right reasons or the wrong ones, each of us could have been a contender. At the right time and place, we could have been pushy. Or, recognizing an opportunity, we should have made our pitch.
That's the thing about fate: it's not always on our side.
It's certainly not at our beck and call.
But that shouldn't keep us out of the game.
If you don't show up, you can't play.
Remember this:
the answer to every question never asked is “no.”
