Surfing, alone among sports, generates laughter at its very suggestion, and this is because it turns not a skill into an art, but an inexplicable and useless urge into a vital way of life.
“Of course, in one sense, the first essential for a man’s being a good citizen is his possession of the home virtues of which we think when we call a man by the emphatic adjective of manly. No man can be a good citizen who is not a good husband and a good father, who is not honest in his dealings with other men and women, faithful to his friends and fearless in the presence of his foes, who has not got a sound heart, a sound mind, and a sound body; exactly as no amount of attention to civil duties will save a nation if the domestic life is undermined...”
Strength. Honor. Courage.
“Fans, for the past two weeks you have been reading about the bad break I got. Yet today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of this earth. I have been in ballparks for seventeen years and have never received anything but kindness and encouragement from you fans.
“Look at these grand men. Which of you wouldn’t consider it the highlight of his career just to associate with them for even one day? Sure, I’m lucky. Who wouldn’t consider it an honor to have known Jacob Ruppert? Also, the builder of baseball’s greatest empire, Ed Barrow? To have spent six years with that wonderful little fellow, Miller Huggins? Then to have spent the next nine years with that outstanding leader, that smart student of psychology, the best manager in baseball today, Joe McCarthy? Sure, I’m lucky.
"When the New York Giants, a team you would give your right arm to beat, and vice versa, sends you a gift - that’s something. When everybody down to the groundskeepers and those boys in white coats remember you with trophies - that’s something. When you have a wonderful mother-in-law who takes sides with you in squabbles with her own daughter - that’s something. When you have a father and a mother who work all their lives so you can have an education and build your body - it’s a blessing. When you have a wife who has been a tower of strength and shown more courage than you dreamed existed - that’s the finest I know.
"So I close in saying that I might have been given a bad break, but I’ve got an awful lot to live for.”
- Lou Gehrig
Photo: New York Daily News
Recently, I went to go see a Holocaust survivor speak at a local church. The 90 something year old man retold in great detail all the hell he went through at the age of just 14 years old. He was sent to multiple prison camps the Nazis killed his grandparents and older brother. He was seperated from his parents and did not see them for years. By the end of the war he weighed 70 pounds and was on the brink of death. He had hid under a bed in the death camp for 2 days expecting to die there, until finally the door was busted down by two soldiers. The old man paused in telling his story and said, “You people wonder what Jesus looks like, I have seen him. I saw him that day. Jesus looks like those two American soldiers, one white and one black, that broke down that door and freed me that day.” I have never been more proud to be an American.
This election cycle something has really started to bother me. Everyone has their own reason for why the US economy is not performing like it used to. Blame rich people, blame immigrants or high taxes or government spending. But everybody overlooks the complete degradation of the American work ethic. Maybe “America” isn’t producing like it used to because “Americans” aren’t producing like they used to. Now it seems like if you work hard, you’re a sucker, if you take handouts, you’re resourceful, if you’re rich, you’re corrupt, you didn’t earn it. People don’t admire hard workers anymore. How can you compare the work ethic of you and everyone you know with your grandparents work ethic and wonder why we suck now.