As
he rounded the last turn, he could see the checkered flag. This was it, he was
going to win “the big one.” He dared not glance to one side or the other to see
if anyone was closing in on his lead. Nothing would distract him now. He glared
straight ahead as the finish line got
closer by the second. Then, as if in slow motion, he saw the flag begin to fall.
It was falling for him. He was going to be the first to pass under its black
and white glory.
The
next few moments were a blur. He pulled off the track and into the winner’s
circle. There, sitting on a table was the trophy, the bottle of milk and
standing beside it, the president of the racing association. The reporters were
there too, pushing toward him with their microphones in hand. One of them broke
through just enough to shove the mic in his face and ask, “How does it feel for
a newcomer to win the big race?”
A
newcomer? Really? He’d been racing for years, starting with the dirt track back
in his hometown while he was still a teenager. Year after year he’d raced…progressing
from dirt to asphalt…from beat-up stock cars to slick racers…but never able to
break the jinx of finishing well off the lead in the middle of the pack. His
name was unfamiliar, his autograph unsought and he seemed to always fail and
lose, but he was anything but a newcomer!
So
many times along the way he thought about quitting. No one would even miss him
if he never raced again. Engines that overheated, tires that blew out and pit
crews who worked too slow, came to be the norm. Misjudgments in how to pass
other drivers, overestimating the ability of his fuel to finish the race and a lack
of nerve all contributed to him being winless and faceless. His name was a
complete unknown. Perhaps that’s why the reporter thought he was a newcomer.
What
the reporter and most everyone else did not understand was, that in reality, he
had not been failing all those years…he had been learning. Every loss schooled
him in what not to do or what to do differently. He studied the driving styles of
the greats of the past. He found pit crews who were as hungry for a victory as
he was. He researched his engines and learned more about tires than he ever
wanted to know. He kept learning with every loss. Finally, someone who had been
watching, recognized his raw talent and gave him the chance of a lifetime…the
opportunity to race for it all.
He
would not have won, on this particular day, had he not failed on so many other
days. He would not have known how to win, had he not failed so many other
times. He would not have been able to walk proudly into the winner’s circle on
this day, had he not crawled back home with his head hung low on so many other occasions.
He could not have been victorious, had he only been losing before. He won
because while failing, he had really been learning.
Some
of you, or perhaps I should say some of us, are tempted to think of ourselves
as failures. The things we have longed for, dreamt about and seen in our mind a
hundred times have always seemed out of our reach. We’ve never received the notoriety,
the “props” for what we’ve done and accomplished because we’ve somehow always
ended up in the middle of the pack, an “also ran,” an unrecognizable “other” in
a world that only sees the “stars.” But being recognized by the experts in our
particular field or receiving accolades by fickle pundits is not the real
checkered flag.
You
see, the hero of our story did not simply win on the day he finished first. No,
he won every day he lost, but decided to learn. He won every time he refused to
quit or give in to the temptation to call himself a loser. He won, not because
of what happened on the outside, but because of what happened on the inside. He
won, by realizing that every loss, embarrassment and misstep was an opportunity
to learn. Don't give up! Don't give in to the temptation to resign yourself to failure. Your checkered flag, or as a popular song says, your "glorious unfolding" is coming!
Very well said!
ReplyDeleteVery well said!
ReplyDeleteRecently, I have just reached my goal. A goal that I have been looking towards for years. After accomplishing this goal, I can't help but look back at all the times I failed and cursed myself for it. I realize that my "fails" in life are disguised blessings and lessons that ultimately brought me here. Such a great perspective.
ReplyDelete