Tuesday, May 17, 2011


So, there I was Sunday, shooting some hoops in the park, before my walk. And there were these two young boys, not much older than ten, showing me up. One shot like a champ, while my shots mostly went in and out. The other dribbled like a Harlem Globetrotter.My goodness, they were little kids.

Holding aside their tee shirts, you knew the names Lebron and Wade were tattooed on their far heads and, more importantly, on their minds. It didn't take much to realize they were passionate about the sport of basketball. They, no doubt, fancied themselves someday playing in the NBA. And, maybe with some hard work and luck, they will.

It is a joy to enter the fantasy world of children who are unfettered by the burdens of every day life.Their energy and enthusiasm are infectious and can guide our way through the obstacle course of our lives.

Freud, said, "The child is the father of the man." In many ways, he was correct about that. There is so much more happening at the park other than ball games and walking, jogging and bicycling. You just gotta pay attention to it all!

Bye For Now,


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