My mother is passionate about the Razorbacks. On any other day, she is a very calm woman, who enjoys all things peaceful. On a Saturday when the Hogs are playing, however, she becomes a vicious fan with the sole intent of cheering on the team with a vibrancy that can only be described as intimidating. (Seriously--she ran around in circles once when the Hogs made a touchdown). As well as being a die-hard Razorback fan, my mother is also determined to save a buck any chance she gets, so when last Saturday's game was available only on pay-per-view, it was decided that we would be making a car trip during the six o'clock kick-off, listening to whatever radio station was broadcasting the game. Now, don't get me wrong--I'm not exactly sports-savvy. I'll watch a game if I'm prompted to, but not without a reason. I'd be just as happy sipping on coffee and chit chatting. I digress... I was sort of zoning out. The announcers started using words that went far beyond my level of intelligence. Words like "blitz," "chop block," and "three-point stance" just don't quite register with me. Regardless, in the midst of one of these zone-in moments, I heard the name De'Anthony Curtis. This is a guy with roots pretty close to my own hometown, and the fact that his name was being mentioned over the radio for a Razorback football game was pretty much legendary.
I loved that. I still do. Even when he's being dragged down, he's still moving forward.
In true Sara-fashion, here's the life application. Cheesy? Yes. Ever-so-slightly true? You bet.
Situations will drain you. People will hurt you. Stuff drags you down. So be vigilant. Keep moving forward. In Curtis's running, he is prepared for the tackle. He knows it's coming, and so he makes sure that his stride ensures that the fall won't be in vain. He makes it count.
Have an awesome Labor Day!
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