Just some thoughts:
"Millions of people know my name. They used to cheer me because I could hit a baseball often and hard--nothing more. They picked me for fame just for that. They did not know who built the stadium, or who engineered the traffic. They were not interested. I think they yelled too loudly and yelled for the wrong man."
"Most of the people who have really counted in my life were not famous. Nobody ever heard of them--except those who knew and loved them. I knew an old priest once. I have written my name on thousands and thousands of baseballs in my life. The old priest wrote his name on just a few simple hearts. How I envy him. He was not trying to please a crowd. He was merely trying to please his own immortal soul. So, fame never came to him. I am listed as a famous home runner, yet beside that obscure priest, I never got to first base."
A Collection of Thoughts on Life--Dale Brown
So true...most of the people who have really counted in our lives....unknowns...
Recently I was walking in a "grave yard" (that is what some would call it back home) back home. Something I often do when go back home to Indiana. As I stood at the grave of some various relatives....I thought to myself..."There is practically no one left on this earth that would remember or even knew these people."
But may they never remain so in the lives of each of us....may they always be remembered .
November 1, 2016
Larry Adamson was raised in Indiana. After teaching and coaching for several years he worked as Director of Championships at the United States Golf Association in NJ. He's retired, living just outside Nashville,TN. He blogs about his favorite things: sports, music, old cars, and the good ole days. Click on the about page for more information.