As the score board clock ticked on and it was clear they'd not get another possession, one of their team members broke from the ranks on the sideline and strode toward our team. Flailing his arms, yelling and strutting as he got closer and closer to our team. No technical was called since the ball wasn't in play and the game was nearly over with 25 seconds left. But a frenzy grew around the young man as he got face to face with his opponents, coaches flanked him, teammates held him back and pulled him back to the sidelines.
The clock read zero seconds left in the game. Final score: home team: 27, opponent: 24.
A cheer went up on our side of the stands.
But my eye was on that young man on the opposing team. His coach had his arm around him, his head close to his helmet. Arms still flailing, it was clear from a distance that words were still flowing freely. His teammates hung in a pack ready for the after game coach's run down. But just as the young player had separated from the pack to risk a foul, he still stood separated with his coach.
Then I saw it.
The boy walking away from his team along the sideline with long strides, walking it off. Was he alone? Where was he going? Didn't anyone notice? Five yards, ten, twenty, thirty yards from his team mates.
Then it happened. He turned and took a knee--but he wasn't alone. His coach had matched his stride so closely. Had his arm around his shoulder, had leaned into his shoulder so near, that the two had appeared one as they walked it off together. The coach knelt with him. They appeared to pray. Then he rose, strode further from his team toward our team and shook hands with every one of our coaches.
Used by permission from Paul Kern, thanks Paul!
Whatever that boy's story was--his coach knew it.
Whatever his story was, it was enough to want to win that much--enough to leave his man pack on the sidelines.
Whatever his story was--he'd been pushed to care so much that it broke inside.
It made me want to know his story.
Everyone's got story.
There's a great line in the movie Australia when Drover (Hugh Jackman) is talking to his brother-in-law Magarri. He's droving cattle, believing that Nullah is safely on walk about. He's had a bit of a spat with Lady Ashley (Nicole Kidman) about maintaining his freedom. Denying his love for her he's left to drove again. But his once carefree life of being his own man answering to no one is empty. Magarri begins to whistle a tune that reminds Drover of the drive he'd completed with Lady Ashley--the time he had fallen in love with her. Drover tells Magarri not to sing that tune as he attempts to deny his love and forget. But Magarri confronts him that he's running from the truth and asks if he's even told Lady Ashley that he loves her. Magarri tells Drover he's never said it because he's too afraid to get his heart hurt again like before, but that if he doesn't face the truth--then he's got no love.
Magarri says: "If you've got no love in your heart, you've got nothing...No dreaming, no story....nothing."
He says it as if story, dreaming, and love cannot be separated.
Sounds a lot like faith, hope, and love.
And we know the greatest of these is love.
What stories, lines, movies, or books have touched you?
How have they made you want to dream? To risk?
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