In case you haven’t heard, the Philadelphia Eagles beat the New England Patriots to win the Super Bowl last night. The final score was 41-33 in a game full of surprises and new football records. While many were rooting for the Eagles, the seemed stacked against them.
This was only the third Super Bowl appearance for the Eagles; they’d lost the first two. By contrast, the Patriots were playing in their 10th championship game, having won five of the previous nine.
Eagles quarterback Nick Foles was a backup player. He’d replaced Philadelphia’s injured starter just before the playoffs started. He had no Super Bowl experience. In fact, just a few years ago he almost quit the game. New England quarterback Tom Brady, on the other hand, walked in with loads of experience. Each of those five Patriot titles were won with him at the QB spot. He’s often referred to as the “GOAT” – the greatest of all time.
Las Vegas odd-makers didn’t expect the Eagles to win; the Patriots were favored by 4.5 points. Although many people said they were ready to see the Patriot dynasty come to a close, but most predicted a New England victory.
Yes, it seems like everything and everyone had lines up against the Eagles – everyone except for the Eagles that is.
To them, the odds didn’t matter. History didn’t matter. Public opinion didn’t matter. All that mattered was their shared desire to succeed. They scored quickly and they scored often. They came up with an answer for everything the competition threw at them. They kept their eyes on the prize and moved steadily toward it.
There are million reasons why you should fall short of your goal this year. There are obstacles in your path, shortages of resources, and gaps in experience. There are setbacks around every corner. And yet, none of that matters.
All that matters is the desire to be successful. Do you have it?
Last Tuesday marked the 35th anniversary of the premier of The A-Team. This NBC sitcom featured the exploits of of an ex-military group that operated as soldiers of fortune. Each week, they would assist an individual or group in rectifying an injustice or solving a seemingly impossible problem. Episodes always featured a crazy plan, unforeseen obstacles, and plenty of explosions.
As a sci-fi fan, I particularly enjoy watching classic films and television from the 50’s and 60’s. Movies such as The Day the Earth Stood Still and Forbidden Planet or shows like Lost in Space and the original Star Trek often hold more appeal than today’s offerings. A lot of people find these gems laughable. My son in particular has a hard time watching anything created before the age of color. He says the special effects are too cheesy.
I recently came across some survey data from Timex, the watch company, about wait times. According to their research, Americans spend an average of 15 minutes waiting for a table at a restaurant. We spend 32 minutes getting ready for work, and another 21 waiting for our significant other to get ready to go out. We spend another 32 minutes waiting every time we visit the doctor’s office.
At the age of 13, Sean Swarner was diagnosed with Stage 4 Hodgins Lymphoma, the most advanced form of the disease. He’d twisted his ankle during a baseball game, and now was given just two months to live. Miraculously, he battled back and, 10 months later, went into remission.
All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible. –T.E. Lawrence
‘Tis the week before Christmas
I’ve never really thought of myself as an artist. The ability to draw has always felt like an innate talent – some people have it; most don’t. From the get-go, I put myself firmly in the “doesn’t have it” category. I used to watch in awe as friends would sketch out beautiful landscape scenes or quirky cartoon characters, seemingly without even thinking about it. Occasionally, I would make my own feeble attempts at a drawing and then quickly hide it from sight; secure in my belief that drawing was just not my thing.
I was recently asked to participate in a focus group at church; selected to provide input on a potential new ministry. Due to my background, my experience, education, and contributions to date; my involvement was seen as valuable. Yesterday, I entered a room and, with a handful of other men, gave my opinion on a variety of topics. For about an hour, we engaged in conversation about what this endeavor might look like. We shared dreams, fears, and asked questions of our own.