Think about this.
“It’s not the critic that counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man that is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by the dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who falls short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who actually strives to do the deeds, who knows the great enthusiasms, and great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement; and, who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”
President Theodore Roosevelt, February 1910
We stood in line the other day waiting for our turn to spend money. I don’t normally stand in line for much, but this was “Pappy’s Barbeque.” It might be the best in the world based on how many salivating people were in line with me. Our wait was a half-hour. When we left, my guess is that the wait time was extended by at least another 20 minutes or so, given that the line was even longer. That’s quite a demand for BBQ pig. And creating that demand will keep people coming back – to a degree. After all, human nature is an inherent want to be a part of something popular. It’s how “flash mobs” are created.
Remember Kurt Warner? Number 13 for the 1999 Super Bowl Champions, the St. Louis Rams, is one of my all-time favorites. A true “rags to riches” story. He dispelled the theory that nice guys finish last and exemplified the American dream to never give up on something that you believe in. He expressed his faith, his love of family and his desire to serve the community without the slightest hint of apology. He was a winner in every sense of the word.
A little over a week ago, NASA scientists (a group with whom I have no similarities), announced that they had discovered 715 new planets. That’s a big find given that it now moves the total “planet” count to more than double its previous total. (more…)
Recently, I was honored to be the Emcee of the American Cancer Society’s Southern Illinois Mardi Gras Ball & Fundraiser. We raised somewhere around $100,000 that night. Here are just a couple of my comments:
Like many, if not all of you, I too have been on the receiving end of a knockout punch thrown by a doctor or a loved one’s announcement that cancer (The “C” Word) has officially made its way into my life. I’ve heard it three times, and like you, I never want to hear it again. That’s why we’re here – to do our part in putting this dreaded disease in the past tense. What we do tonight will help us down that road.