

This year’s French Open men’s singles final felt like more than just a game. There was something noble and exemplary—not just in their style of play, but also in their respect for each other, for tennis, and for the power of the human spirit.
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Maybe it was the challenge — how could polishing lamps take all winter? — but reluctantly, I decided to give it a go.
After living most of my life, or 55 years of it, I have come to recognize myself as a bit of a loser when it comes to games and contests that require luck, and I usually steer clear, especially when money is involved.
But I also consider those who may not be there. Those children who have struggled and continue to do so, who are not a part of the end-of-the year merriment, who did not complete (and may not have started), who did not attend a prom and did not pose in their tux or gown.
This morning, my daughter sent me a Tik Tok of a cool, AirPods-sporting, blond-haired girl with a look of disdain on her face. At the top of the screen, these words are written: School making us believe our worth is determined by a grade. And in the video, the above-mentioned girl, in a deep voice, says, “Now that was a lot of damage.”
Imagine if we could look at our lives through the formidable lens of age, with all the knowledge, experience, and hard-earned wisdom we’ve accumulated through our middle years (okay, maybe our later middle years), and somehow apply it to our past.
What would we change? Would we have made different choices? Would we have lived differently?