They moved into the house at the end of the road last year, a family with three children. Early in the morning I see their son Jack skating up and down their long driveway chasing a puck with a hockey stick. Up and down he goes, rarely falling, and quickly getting up when he does. Their mom homeschools, so I see him quite often from my kitchen window. Back and forth, up and down the driveway, over and over, that’s how future athletes are made. Bumps and bruises are just part of the game. He’s creating the muscles and coordination now that will carry him to his goal in sports. At my age I could use some of that motivation. It’s not as if my goals are Olympic-sized, but before setting any, I should count the cost, and be willing to pay the price!
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Briefly Speaking is full of hope and encouragement--that's my goal. I'm a professional writer who promises you sometimes funny, sometimes thought-provoking comment on my life in horse country in north Texas and on what's happening in the world at large. View all posts by Sheila Graham