Second Chances
Saturday, December 26, 2009 at 7:53PM
Coach Ronnie Stapler and Nathan Sisco - December, 2009I found out the hard way that the door to college athletics closes quickly if one does not pass through at the appointed time. There’s a new crop of high school seniors close on your heels, and, though you do hear the occasional tale of some older athlete overcoming obstacles and making it back onto the court or field, statistically that’s very rare. Second Chances in this scenario are few and far between, almost non-existent. If Led Zeppelin and chemicals distract, then seduce, the opportunity is lost.
One of my Mother’s sayings is “Babies are God’s way of telling us that he wants the world to go on, for humans to keep doing what humans do.” These babies grow into daughters and sons who can sometimes give us Second Chances.
Though I could never have predicted the circuitous path through which it became a reality, my son, Nathan, is playing basketball at Randolph. Coach Ronnie Stapler, my coach at Grissom High, is coaching Randolph’s varsity girls’ team, and Nathan is privileged to have almost daily Coach Stapler contact and influence. Coach Stapler is a passionate master devoted to the game of basketball. His influence on the game and the players in this region has been, and continues to be, immense.
Though I’m not neurotically trying to live vicariously through my son, I love watching him play. I see the joy it brings him, and the endorphin high that shows itself in his elevated, playful mood after games and practice. It gives me a Second Chance to enjoy the superb entertainment that high school basketball affords.
Moving back to Huntsville, after living away for almost three decades, has proven to me the adage that “you can never go home again” – simply put, people and places change. Second Chances, though, with special people have presented themselves, and from this an unexpected observation has surfaced – just as it is often easier to build a building from the ground-up, versus restoring an existing one, the same can be said for human relationships. I contend, however, that the rewards are far greater if the complexity of restoring buildings or relationships is embraced and navigated, versus starting fresh.
For a building example, the galvanized pipe that looks so solid and reusable from the outside is ruined from the inside. Instead of being able to reuse this pipe, the extra cost of demolition must be added to the budget. At first glance the pipe is an asset, when in reality it is a liability.
As the renovations gather speed at Lincoln Mills, it is my distinct feeling that, if these buildings could talk, as they become cleaner and brighter, and as they refill their quiet, lonely, dark interiors with lively, complex humans doing all the things that humans do, these buildings would proclaim the power of Second Chances. If they had voices, they would fill this valley, in which they have lived now for the length of an average human life, with song. If they had hands, they would applaud the humans who join in this adventure in spite of the complexity of the undertaking. If they had feet, they would surely dance.
Wayne |
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What are you feeding that boy? Kudzu tonic?
:)