I turned 52 this year.
I guess that I can finally assume that my NFL opportunities are coming to a close. The season is starting and I have waited patiently by the phone waiting for a call for the past 30 years during the NFL Draft and each April I am disappointed. I always continued to work out hoping to get a shot at free-agency, but not this year. I am beginning to think I may never get that call. That being said… I think I need to move on and I still believe I have a small window of possibility with MLB and now I will place all my focus on that. All I need is for someone to give me a shot. Hey Cleveland… I’m available!!!
Obviously I am joking and it is plain to see that the NFL is keenly aware of the fact that I have not played a single down of organized football since the seventh-grade. Infamously documented here (Click Here). In addition, unfortunately my excellent baseball skills are documented here (Click Here).
The bottom line is that I have reached a point in my life that I honestly appreciate the fact that God did not give me everything I ever wanted. God’s greatest gift to me is telling me NO or not answering a prayer the way that I wanted.
It has given me an opportunity at 52 years of age to say that I have gained a perspective of life that I did not have even a few years ago. My personality is such that I tend toward the negative and somber. That’s not always good (but it’s not always bad either). However, sitting here, realizing I’ve been given 52 years thus far, I know that I have much to be thankful for.
These things are what is going through my mind as I look to express my perspective:
God doesn’t owe me anything, but He’s given me everything.
God has given me a beautiful wife and four wonderful children.
He has taught me the meaning of grace through marriage and how to die to self and love my wife like Christ loved the church. He’s given me a help-mate and a woman I love very much.
He has blessed me with two grandsons.
I’m thankful for my church. I never thought I would be a part of another church that I would call family.
I’m sure I could sit here all day, but I have to start working out… Major League Baseball (maybe even the Cleveland Indian’s) may be calling me soon… so I will leave it at this.
God, thank you for everything.