This is the funniest post I've posted yet - but I'm biased I reckon and I stretch out with determination and resolution as I turn myself this way and that?
You got it, my good friend Ken, fear not. I too am small in stature but big in heart, like you. I always wanted to be two inches taller to match my friends in my youth. So I started wearing cuban heels until not long after, I fell over. I guess this was a message from my Creator, to be myself and comfortable in the skin He has given me FOC.
Be greatful for small mercies and praise The Lord.
You have made me think about one of the few "good" memories I have from Junior High School - at least with respect to playing football.
In the "ole" days, at football practice (I doubt this is done nowadays), there was a drill that was run by the coaches - twas "mano-mano" - one player running and another tackling.
Well, I was a little kid in junior high - my "allergy" doctor - that SOB - said when my Mom was with me - encourage "little ken" to find another sport besides football. That doc probably never had a son is my guess - cause if he did he would of known - a young man's sense of self can be fragile. The doc was an asshole I know now after the fact.
Regardless, I signed up for the football team - the McClintock Junior High Scots - and the coach really didn't give me much "play time". I remember he was a big guy, not a bad fella, but he really needed somebody to help him cut his fingernails.
Anyhow, the drill was setup, lines were formed - and then I got to the front of the "tackling" line - and lo-and-behold....the "best" runner on the team was my competitor in this practice-time drill. He was bigger than I was, a good kid, agile but not super thick......I ran the numbers in my head and I dove towards his angles and I bought him down and that was that. That was the only time that coach - I've had better - had positive words to say about me.
Put me in a bigger body and I'll tackle anybody on the field of play.
Now I play in fields where the mind is just as important.
I play to win - I make the tackles - I'm the best safety out there - "in my linebacker mind".
Sure does feel good Ken, and I sense your enjoyment. Age brings wisdom and in retrospect I feel the warmth of my Creator willing me on and having His angels holding me in their hands. [Psalm 91]. He gave me FOC what I am and for this, I praise Him.
"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me." [Psalm 23:4]
This is the funniest post I've posted yet - but I'm biased I reckon and I stretch out with determination and resolution as I turn myself this way and that?
You got it, my good friend Ken, fear not. I too am small in stature but big in heart, like you. I always wanted to be two inches taller to match my friends in my youth. So I started wearing cuban heels until not long after, I fell over. I guess this was a message from my Creator, to be myself and comfortable in the skin He has given me FOC.
Be greatful for small mercies and praise The Lord.
Blessings
AP
You have made me think about one of the few "good" memories I have from Junior High School - at least with respect to playing football.
In the "ole" days, at football practice (I doubt this is done nowadays), there was a drill that was run by the coaches - twas "mano-mano" - one player running and another tackling.
Well, I was a little kid in junior high - my "allergy" doctor - that SOB - said when my Mom was with me - encourage "little ken" to find another sport besides football. That doc probably never had a son is my guess - cause if he did he would of known - a young man's sense of self can be fragile. The doc was an asshole I know now after the fact.
Regardless, I signed up for the football team - the McClintock Junior High Scots - and the coach really didn't give me much "play time". I remember he was a big guy, not a bad fella, but he really needed somebody to help him cut his fingernails.
Anyhow, the drill was setup, lines were formed - and then I got to the front of the "tackling" line - and lo-and-behold....the "best" runner on the team was my competitor in this practice-time drill. He was bigger than I was, a good kid, agile but not super thick......I ran the numbers in my head and I dove towards his angles and I bought him down and that was that. That was the only time that coach - I've had better - had positive words to say about me.
Put me in a bigger body and I'll tackle anybody on the field of play.
Now I play in fields where the mind is just as important.
I play to win - I make the tackles - I'm the best safety out there - "in my linebacker mind".
(ha, ha, ha.....feels good to type that P&S).
Ken
Sure does feel good Ken, and I sense your enjoyment. Age brings wisdom and in retrospect I feel the warmth of my Creator willing me on and having His angels holding me in their hands. [Psalm 91]. He gave me FOC what I am and for this, I praise Him.
"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me." [Psalm 23:4]
Blessings
AP