Football players learn quickly there are two responses to getting knock on your b***. You can stay down, or you can get up and keep playing the game. When I played there were no concussion protocols or MRI’s. Seeing a few stars or butterflies was part of the game. I bet everybody who reads this blog has been knocked down, if not out cold, several times by life. Overcoming hurdles and facing adversity is part of life’s journey. I certainly know something about being what football players call “having my bell rung.” There is only one response – get back in the game, and as I write this post I don’t know when I have had happier time in my soul.
I sit behind this computer with God in my soul and heaven in my eye. I rejoice in being alive surrounded by friends and family who could care less that I experienced a few blindsides and my uniform is soiled by blood and mud. They are just happy I’m still playing the game, it matters not how well I play. I look out the window and gaze at the budding flowers and birds making their nests. At night, all I have to do is walk outside to gaze at the moon and stars. The grandeur of the universe is mine to admire, God’s love is in my heart, and as I sit back down, I think myself one of the happiest beings in the world.
To verify that Webb Hubbell knows of what he writes about “Getting Your Bell Rung” in the literal sense, in 1968 I was on the practice football field for the Arkansas Razorbacks working directly across from Webb. In a practice play, Webb’s right knee became completely dislocated so that the tibia or lower leg was completely displaced from its socket. Webb was writhing in pain. Two or three people grabbed his upper body, and two or three grabbed his leg and literally “popped” it back into place. Webb never missed a play.
David me thinks you exaggerate, but I like the legend. W.