Rise and shine! Time to pack up and leave for LAX and then Sweet Home Alabama. I hate that song when I'm home, but it's amazing after a week on the road.
The trip home from San Jose was long. Slick Rick and Sean rode in the backseat and me and Brian "The Barncat" Debes rode up front. Lots of talk about woulda, coulda, and shoulda. But then they slept and I drove in silence. That's the hardest part, but the most educational. The quietness after a loss or a hard training session is essential to my growth. Those moments alone with my mind where I can not make any excuses; only the truth exists in those moments. Jamie Webster told me once that "while men walk, angels speak to them." I guess that could be said of driving, too.
When I was in college I went to a church every Sunday morning with about 250 black folks; me and my best friend were the only 2 white people in the building every week. These are some of my fondest memories from college. There was an old Southern black man, distinguished and proud, that would hobble to the front every week and pray with all the wisdom and experience that only a man in his 90's could pray with.
"Lord, thank you for the sunshine, and thank you for the storms that help us to appreciate the sunshine."
Despite what he had grown up seeing in the South, and what he had learned the hard way that humanity was capable of, he believed that our struggles bring out the best in us; that without tribulation we will never rise to the top and become all that we are capable of being. That old man had a powerful spirit, and he is dead and gone now. But his legacy is fully alive this morning.
"Lord, thank you for the sunshine, and thank you for the storms that help us to appreciate the sunshine."