Part VIII
Conclusion
Conclusion
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stadium went nuts, fans and media spilling onto the field and everyone wanting
to interview and take pictures of the quarterback. It took a while for things to calm down. At last, though he
was able to shower and get dressed.
Several hours later most of the press was gone and
most of the players were on their way to the team’s post game party. Leaving
the locker room, the quarterback was on his way to his car when he heard
someone call him from behind. He turned and instantly recognized number 43 from
the other team.
“You played a helluva game!” 43 said.
“Thanks!” said the quarterback. “So did you.”
43 was silent for a moment, then he smiled, “You
know,” he said, “I had that split end in my pocket the whole day. Where in the
hell did you come up with that last play? I know your coach and there is no way
he called that.”
The quarterback laughed. “Oh, that play,” he said.
“That’s just a little thing we call ‘Christmas Tree’. Glad you liked it.”
“Oh Yeah…” said 43 cynically, while chuckling and
shaking his head. “Liked it a lot!”
The quarterback shook 43’s hand and then stood alone
watching as 43 turned to walk away. Closing his eyes, he thought again of the
kind man and the Christmas Tree he had created in his mind all those years
before. He had learned something that day…the power of his own dreams…and that
regardless of the circumstances confronting him, no matter how bad, he could
still create for himself a reality exactly as he wanted it to be. While he had
never seen the kind man again, or heard from him, the quarterback was certain
there had been times since that cold Christmas Eve that the man was somehow in
communication with him, not in any physical sense, but in a way the quarterback
did not entirely understand. It was something he just accepted as true because
he felt it was. With his eyes still closed the quarterback tilted his head
skyward…
“Thank you!” he whispered. “How can I ever repay you?”
Suddenly, deep within the quarterback’s mind, came a
response. Distinct and clear, he heard the kind man’s voice speaking…
“You're welcome son!” said the voice. “Just help
people, that’s all. Just help others. Do that and you will have more than repaid
me for any help I provided you.”
A little surprised at first, the quarterback laughed
to himself. He directed a thought to the kind man thanking him again and
letting him know that he would do his best to help people when and wherever he
could and that from that moment on helping others would be the overriding
purpose of his life.
A few moments later, still smiling, the quarterback
continued the walk to his car.
The End
Copyright © 2012 by Mark
Arnold
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