I’m my own person, and although I love being loved, I don’t need other folks to validate my existence. Having said that, I still have heroes. Most of them are humanitarians, such as Martin Luther King, but some are from the arena of sports. For me, there’s something about striving to the depths of your sinews to get the job done on the ice, on the tennis court, or on the playing field. I love the instant replays of sweet passing plays, great saves or the long home run ball.
But there’s something else. I so much want my heroes to be nice people. I want to imagine feeling comfy while having a coffee with the Dalai Lama, Meryl Streep or Dave Keon. I want to know that they’re “just folks”, not some highfalutin’ celebrity full of themselves.
This morning I was reading the sports section of The Toronto Sun. And I came across words that made me smile. Larry Walker was an outstanding baseball player with the old Montreal Expos team. Pedro Martinez, a Hall of Fame pitcher, was talking about why Larry too should be in the Hall. Beyond the man’s performance stats was this:
Your boy was the best guy, the most outgoing veteran, the easiest to deal with. He was like a big kid all the time. He was always playing and trying to make you smile.
Okay, there’s a fellow I’d like to know. Anyone who can augment the world’s output of smiles is just fine in my books. The great plays are to be applauded but so is the kind heart.
Another article spoke of Rasual Butler, a retired player from the National Basketball Association. Rasual and his wife were killed in a car crash a few days ago. Sadness has flowed through the NBA this week.
He was a wonderful young man, a pure heart. That’s why people felt about him the way they did. He was genuine. There was no fake about him whatsoever … The news hit Lowry hard, reinforcing how fragile life is and how every moment must be cherished.
Ahh … to have a giving heart, one that continually reaches out while not sacrificing one’s own well-being. And to know that the person isn’t putting up a wall, that he or she is giving you all of them. Oh yes. I’d love to sit in Tim Hortons with such a one.
I still love the highlight reels and the world records. But a quiet word with a full human being is even better.