The old ethical test goes something like "Would you have said the same thing about that person if they'd been in the room with you?" I can think of at least three separate occasions this week where I flunked that test. It's a sign of weakness to backbite or feast upon the perceived missteps of others, a weakness I'd done well to address in recent months but slid back into this week. There's always another option than to complain. It's funny how easy it is to watch a high school player blame the referees for his misfortunes, nodding to myself self-assuredly at how foolhardy that is, and then to whine internally about my insignificant challenges at the office. "Head up, mouth shut!"
Following another tough home loss in hoops on Wednesday, it was refreshing to see how close the team has become during practice the next day. The defeat seemed quickly forgotten, and in its place the players were laughing, playing and even wrestling with each other good-naturedly. Forty-six practices and twenty games have molded this team into a unit that enjoys being together, and even a part-timer like me feels like a welcome part of the family. I look forward to seeing how they do as sophomores.
My little free-throw shooting exercises are paying off. Today I hit ten in a row on three different occasions, including 15 in a row in one stretch.
Planner that she is, Mom drafted and sent me a copy of her will. It reads in conclusion: "I love and have always been very proud of my children. You have grown up to be special people who care about others. A Mother couldn't ask for more."
I recently heard someone answer the question "How are you?" with the response, "I'm living the dream." What a fantastic refrain. Is life great or what?
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