It’s Never Too Late to Win
Last year, on Christmas morning, my two boys, Noble and Steel, awoke full of anticipation for what Santa brought them, and they ran downstairs to see what they would find. BoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoomBoom went their feet down the stairs. But unlike Christmas mornings past, their giddy little voices turned quiet. As I lay in my bed trying to listen for signs of excitement and approval for the gifts that Santa left under our tree, I heard nothing. NOTHING. No “Alright!” No “Look at this!” No “How did he know I wanted this?” Nothing. It was quiet.
I whispered to my wife, “What do you think they’re doing down there?”
“I don’t know,” she said.
In what seemed like an eternity, we soon heard the sound of footsteps again. This time they were coming up the stairs, slowly. Boom……Boom…….Boom…..Boom……Boom, until there were two little elves standing by our bed.
“Dad….”
“Yeah…” I said. “Did Santa come?”
“Yeah…” they said. “But he didn’t put anything in our stockings.”
“What? What do you mean?” (On the inside, I was thinking, “Uh-oh”)
“I mean, there’s nothing in our stockings, Dad.”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing.”
“Not even a piece of coal?” (I could FEEL my wife’s glare through the back of my head by now.)
“NOTHING…. What do you think that means?” they asked in a REALLY concerned tone.
“I don’t know guys. I’ll come down and check it out,” I said, eager to get out of bed before Jean killed me.
On my way down the stairs to check out the empty stockings, I retraced my late night steps in my mind and realized that I never got the “stocking stuff” out of the closet in the basement. NOT GOOD. Not good at all. Not only were my kids disappointed and confused, my wife was noticeably bubbling with frustration and I could feel my 13 happy years of marriage starting to slip away.
I needed a plan, but until I could come up with one, “I don’t know. I’ve never heard of Santa leaving nothing in a stocking before,” was all we parents could come up with.
After a little while, while everyone was busy with their presents, I went downstairs to the basement and pulled the stocking stuff from the closet downstairs. I went out the basement door and I threw all of the stocking stuff onto our front yard and scattered it into our bushes. Then, I went back inside and back upstairs for a few minutes before I announced to everyone that I was going to go outside and check the mailbox. I left the front door open as I walked outside and down the driveway.
“Noble? Steel?” I yelled back to the house in a perplexed tone.
“Yeah Dad?” They said.
“I think you guys should come out here.”
“Why?”
“Mmmmm. Just come out here. Like, now.”
They appeared on the front porch and said, “Yeah Dad?”
“Do you see what I see?” I asked.
And then they erupted…“IT’S OUR STOCKING STUFF! STEEL! IT’S OUR STOCKING STUFF! IT’S EVERYWHERE! THERE’S SOMETHING OVER THERE! NOBLE! THERE’S ANOTHER ONE IN THE BUSHES! WHAT? WHAT! WHAT HAPPENED?! IT MUST’VE FALLEN OFF THE ROOF AND OFF OF SANTA’S SLEIGH!!!! DAD! MOM! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? CAN YOU BELIEVE IT! HE DIDN’T FORGET! WE WEREN’T BAD! IT’S OKAY! SANTA DIDN’T FORGET! IT JUST FELL OFF THE ROOF! OH, MAN! WAIT ‘TIL OUR FRIENDS HEAR ABOUT THIS! THIS IS SO COOL! I CAN’T BELIEVE NOBODY TOOK THIS STUFF! WOW!”
Wow, indeed.
As an active athlete most of my life, I’ve won basketball games in the final seconds of the game; I’ve been involved in baseball teams when we came from behind to win in the bottom of the ninth inning; I’ve seen shoestring tackles on the 1 yard line; I’ve come back from being down 5-2 in the third set to win a tennis match; but I’ve NEVER had a comeback like this. We went from having the worst Christmas ever to having the coolest thing ever to happen on Christmas. The Rawls boys now had actual PROOF that Santa was real, and they felt amazing and special.
“Dad, do you think that has EVER happened before?!”
“I doubt it. I’ve never heard of Santa making a mistake before.”
“AweSOME!” said Steel. “That’s SO cool,” said Noble.
“You have NO idea how cool it is. This is a Christmas we’ll never forget.”
The moral of this little story is that every day we have a chance to turn nothing into something. Every day we forget to do something we should. We don’t always make the most important things the most important things when we should. Our mistakes could be our biggest opportunities to shine. No team has ever lost before the clock ran out. Until the final buzzer sounds, anything can happen. We have to play to win until the very last second. We have to remain focused, calm, poised and competitive at all times. Ordinary people have accomplished extraordinary things in the midst of extraordinary circumstances. It’s never too late to win – not for you, not for me, not for anyone who refuses to lose. Winning is the result of a choice, a decision, and a belief that anything is possible at any time. Anyone can do the things that you are supposed to do to win, but if you don’t believe – if you don’t have the right belief in yourself – if you haven’t made the decision not to lose, then winning would be nothing more than luck. Actions with passion and the right attitude behind them will always yield better results than those without. It’s never too late to win.
I wish you a Merry Christmas.
Your #1 Fan…
