From the Sidelines

Remember High School and being on the sidelines of something? I remember being in the band and playing tuba. It was ridiculously too big for me. I was never number one in my section because I had a penchant for playing my own notes. Oh they sounded okay, I would write alternate parts that fit the music, but the band teacher would not always appreciate the new arrangement. I was on the sidelines and I was supposed to be playing the part written.

Then I found the pep band for the football games. That was the funnest time. We all would mimic the popular commercials of the day and use them to spurn the game on with renewed excitement. Somehow we thought that themes from T.V. would help them tackle and move the ball. I don't know that it worked but I do know that it was exciting -- the audience roared or laughed as we engaged their minds in fun directions ... all from the sidelines. Since the parts were from memory and made up it was a perfect fit.

Life doesn't always work from the sidelines. Sometimes one must step up to the plate and strike back to send the ball into play. When that times comes, and it always will, step up with confidence, be firm and direct. Send that ball flying and make your turn around the bases like it is your time to play ... because it is. I believe we are all given a gift for life. Finding that gift and pursuing it is the most wonderful part of living.