DREAM BIG If there were ever a time to dare, to make a difference, to embark on something worth doing, it is now. Not for any grand cause, necessarily — but for something that tugs at your heart something that’s your dream. You owe it to yourself to make your days here count. Have fun. Dig deep. Stretch. Dream big. Know, though, that things worth doing seldom come easy. There will be g ...[Read More]
Dream Big
A meditation to increase empathy
“When you wake up in the morning, tell yourself: the people I deal with today will be meddling, ungrateful, arrogant, dishonest, jealous and surly. They are like this because they can’t tell good from evil. But I have seen the beauty of good, and the ugliness of evil, and have recognized that the wrongdoer has a nature related to my own – not of the same blood and birth, but the same m ...[Read More]
Little Eyes Upon You
Little Eyes Upon You There are little eyes upon you and they’re watching night and day. There are little ears that quickly take in every word you say. There are little hands all eager to do anything you do; And a little boy who’s dreaming of the day he’ll be like you. You’re the little fellow’s idol, you’re the wisest of the wise. In his little mind about you no ...[Read More]
When we first met I was just a kid
Many people read the poem that Kobe Bryant posted to The Players’s Tribute announcing his retirement. But those people who were lucky enough to be at the Staples Center that night received a more personal message. When we first met I was just a kid. Some of you took me in. Some of you didn’t. But all of you helped me become the player and man in front of you today. You gave me confidence to ...[Read More]
Dear Basketball
“This season is all I have left to give.” @kobebryant pens a letter to basketball: https://t.co/hu5CUoXHhJpic.twitter.com/1ogKdH7buP — The Players’ Tribune (@PlayersTribune) November 29, 2015 Kobe Bryant took to The Players’ Tribune on November 29th to announce that this was his last season. In a beautifully penned poem to the game that he loves. It is open and honest, an ...[Read More]
The Dash
The Dash by Linda Ellis I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on the tombstone from the beginning…to the end. He noted that first came the date of birth and spoke the following date with tears, but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years. For that dash represents all the time that they spent alive on earth. And now only ...[Read More]
What is a friend?
Untitled What is a friend? I will tell you. It is a person with whom you dare to be yourself. Your soul can be naked with him. He seems to ask of you to put on nothing, only to be what you are. He does not want you to be better or worse. When you are with him, you feel as a prisoner feels who has been declared innocent. You do not have to be on your guard. You can say what you think, so long as i ...[Read More]
found all three
Untitled No one could tell me where my soul might be; I searched for God but he eluded me; I sought my brother out, and found all three. –Ernest Howard Crosby
Opportunity
Opportunity They do me wrong who say I come no more When once I knock and fail to find you in; For every day I stand outside your door, And bid you wake, and rise to fight and win. Wail not for precious chances passed away. Weep not for golden ages on the wane! Each night I burn the records of the day; At sunrise every soul is born again. Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped; To vanished ...[Read More]
The Light Of Faith
The Light Of Faith “Now,” said a good book unto me “Open my pages and you shall see Jewels of wisdom and treasures fine, Gold and silver in every line, And you may claim them if you but will Open my pages and take your fill.” “Open my pages and run them o’er, Take what you choose of my golden store. Be you greedy, I shall not care – All that you seize I shall gladly spare; There is never a lock on ...[Read More]