Sports Then and Now

Some stories are meant to make you laugh. Some are meant to make you cry.

Others are simply meant to make you get out of bed, look in the mirror and recite to your reflection, “How Lucky Am I?”

I told of the “Pebble In My Shoe” in the opening piece, which chronicled my battle with situational depression (the loss of my wife, my kids, my house, my job, and my self esteem left me cowering like a baby most mornings).

My informal introduction to Roger Crawford saved my life. I read Roger’s story in “Chicken Soup for the Soul” every day until I committed it to memory. Each day I’d rise licking my emotional wounds and think of “my imaginary friend, Roger” immediately realizing that my plight in life isn’t so bad. Read the rest of this entry →