There they were, tucked between the red clay, the white lines, the polite applause, and the sudden roar of the crowd - lessons in pressure, resilience, grace, heartbreak, mindfulness, and the strange beauty of starting over.
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.
“Freedom isn’t free. And if no one’s son or daughter serves, then who protects the freedoms the rest of us enjoy?”