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Perfection is in the Eye of the Beholder

As a marathoner and someone who coaches special needs athletes, I find it hard to put into words how this video makes me feel. Well done, ESPN. Well done.

I’m a believer that without understanding and accepting our own personal faults, we don’t allow ourselves to know what perfection is.

Love is perfection. True, honest, love sees no faults in the end.

First practice of the season was spent making cards and gifts for a former coaches' sister, injured during the stage collapse at the Sugarland Concert.
First practice of the season was spent making cards and gifts for a former coaches’ sister, critically injured during the stage collapse at the Sugarland Concert. I encourage you to read her story as well.¬†

I admit that there are times I find myself getting short with my athletes. There’s a constant struggle to find the correct level of patience and tough love for each athlete and their particular disorders. But more often than not, there are beautiful moments that come soon after I feel the coaching position wearing on my heart, that reminds me how much I love each of them for those disorders. I believe that as human beings, we’re all selfish. But there is a distinct difference between being selfishly human and choosing to be selfish over loving and giving to other.

Practice over Halloween, just before State Games
My Charlotte Cyclones – Practice over Halloween, just before State Games

My athletes continually challenge me to be a better human. None of my athletes are ever afraid. They don’t fear failure, they don’t fear rejection, they don’t fear pain. The give 100% day in and day out. 100% of their love, and drive. I don’t know about you, but I sure as hell can’t say I give 100% of myself all the time. And I certainly have fears. They are giving in a physical and emotional sense. Always remembering to ask and truly wanting to know how your week was and making it a point to check on whether you’re feeling better, if you were previously under the weather.

Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve their love. Like, my faults and the silly, petty things I worry about make me seem broken. But, just the same, they love me for my faults and for never giving up.

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