Today I must write a post about an article that I have read in the past week.
Tuesday before last, my beloved piano teacher gave me an inspirational article to read. She tends to be a bit feel-good, mushy at times, so I just put it in the inside of my piano notebook and forgot about it. Yesterday I remembered it just in time, and sped-read it on the way to my lesson. Mrs. B likes to quiz her students on such things, and I had to be prepared.
It was about Billy Mills, the Native American man who famously won the 10,000 Meter Run in the 1964 Tokyo Olympics. It was really quite a nice article. Mr. Mills told about a time when his father took him fishing soon after the death of his mother. Mills was angry inside, and his dad knew it, so he told Mills that he needed to have a dream, or set a goal instead of keeping all that anger inside. He also told Mills that his creator gave him his life as a gift and the way that he lived his life was a gift back to his creator. Shortly thereafter, Mills’ father died, and he took to running. At first Mills wasn’t fast, but he really enjoyed the sport so he kept at it and got faster and faster. At one point in his life, he was considering suicide, but he remembered what his father had told him, and pushed on to achieve his goal. In 1964 he qualified for the U.S. Track and Field team and the rest is history.
Mrs. B asked me what I took away from the article. I told her I really liked what Mr. Mills’ dad said to him about dreams and our life being a gift back to our creator. In the end, I didn’t think that it was mushy at all. I thought it was truly inspirational.
