The players in the middle of the arena were fighting for the ball as if their lives were on the line.
The fans were roaring in a unified cacophony of cheering, clapping, screaming and stomping.
Sometimes the fans would boo the players with the unpleasant sound of disappointment when things were going wrong.
In the best viewing section of the arena a man sat quietly enjoying the game. He was calm, exquisitely dressed and focused.
He wasmeditating on the famous Theodore Roosevelt’s speech given at the Sorbonne in Paris, France on April 23, 1910.
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat”.
He has always loved this quote. In fact, for many years, he has lived by it.
A few isles below a small boy noticed the exquisite man. He nudged his dad who was busy cheering for his favorite team.
“Dad, who is that man?”
“The owner of the arena.”
Choose your arenas wisely.
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