This day, if you were not aware, is National Signing Day.
It is the day when many student athletes announce what their future will hold for the next few years as it pertains to which college they will attend.
For some, the possibilities are many.
For others, few.
The sought after young men and women changing their minds and changing them back.
The students less fortunate in the number of offers they receive grateful to have what they have, and wisely jumping on the opportunity to further themselves.
A thousand thousand stories could surface from this day. The possibilities are too numerous to count.
It hooks me every year.
Sure, I am a sports fan. I enjoy seeing my teams win as much as the next red blooded American.
But the stories are what strike me as important on this day.
The commodity that I have, for as long as I can remember, wanted to hang my hat on.
As I watch these young people, sitting with friends and family, I do not see a standout star in the making.
Though they may be.
I see a blank page, waiting to be filled.
They all meet the camera in a similar fashion.
They are confident, as well they should be, in their athletic ability.
But as they make their announcements, their stories truly begin to unfold.
This decision will shape their immediate future, as well as their long term one, potentially.
We are all this way. We all have it in us to be great. Nothing about the human race says “mediocre”.
We are a far-reaching, incessantly- striving group, no matter the age, and no matter the fashion in which we mean to be remembered. If it only happens to be our family that we wish to remember us, or the whole world.
We all have the same opportunity as these student athletes. Maybe that opportunity is not on the field. Maybe it is for some of you. But we must remind ourselves every day that the skirmishes we trudge through on a daily basis make us who we are. The road to greatness, of any type, is a daily devotion.
And I happen to believe that my steps are ordered for me by Someone who knows what I will do. It is my job to take them, one at a time, until I change my little corner of the world. Who knows? My corner of the world might end up being much larger than I thought. I know yours will be.
Vaya con Dios