Walking with Humble Stride
Have you ever wondered why some teams lose and others win?
Why some flounder while others flow forward freely and glow within?
Well let me tell you a tale about a father, a son and a game with a ball.
It all started when the son began to crawl.
Frank, the dad, like his name, was honest to his core.
He was always positive and nothing was ever a chore.
He watched his son, Elijah move like flashes of lightening along the floor.
Always patient while his son fetched balls and did explore.
Forever famished and fast, he sprouted while his dad filled his food and drink.
To top it off he was agile and could skip, hope and jump five feet in a wink.
Frank, could see the potential for Elijah’s fortune and fame.
Elijah could be a star if he started learning basketball; skills and the game.
Now you see, this dad also knew a thing or two about this sport.
He played and was a leading coach on the college and university courts.
So when Elijah did turn fabulous fun loving fourteen,
he said, “Let’s make a basketball team with ten of your buds who are keen.”
Frank entered the team with the local association,
determined to teach his crew basketball fundamentals and foundations.
Gossiping, the other families chuckled, “This team is destined to flop and fail.”
They believed it was their skilled teams had what it took to prevail.
On the first day of practice some buds shuffled their feet and did mope.
Even though their abilities were feeble Frank didn’t lose hope.
Funneling their attention to fine-tuned dribbling, shooting and passing drills.
Followed by hours of plays, in no time they fashioned fabulous finesse and skills.
So their first game was on a freezing February 14th, Valentines’s Day,
optimistic Frank said, “Let’s fracture any fallacies with our great plays!”
Jaws dropped when they saw the other team swagger in a foot taller in height.
Elijah whispered, “Oh no dad we are sunk!” while the rest was ready to take flight.