As the story goes…
Do you know someone who likes to tell the same story over and over again?
I sure do. He’s a good friend of mine and he’s a huge fan of hockey.
When he was about forty years old he had the pleasure of meeting his hockey hero who’s one of the all-time greats.
It was at one of those very expensive adult hockey workshops where you get share the ice with legendary players while they give you tips and play simulated games.
That’s where his story begins.
As my friend was skating around the ice with his hockey hero he asked him, “How much do you really like playing Hockey?”
“I love it, it’s all I think about most days,” his hero replied.
“That’s awesome. I figured you’d say that. That’s exactly how I feel most days too. I played a ton of hockey when I was growing up and in college too.
We got up really early in the morning, traveled around by bus, and often times played two games a day. It was amazing. I had the best time.
Then after college I was asked to join a local semi-pro league. You know, one of those leagues where you play for very little money but the professional scouts are at almost every game looking for promising prospects?”
“Yes, from what I see here today you have professional type skills. Did you join the league?” his hero asked.
“No I didn’t. My father thought is wasn’t stable enough. I suppose at the time I agreed.
That life is so unpredictable. You’re always away, the accommodations are lousy, there’s always risk of major injury, and all the while you’re making almost no money.
Plus there’s no guarantee that you’ll get picked up by a bigger team in a higher league.
It just wasn’t a responsible plan of action. So instead I went to grad-school for finance and accounting and basically lost my shot at playing professional hockey altogether.
Now, although I make a good living, I barely have the time to even partake in workshops like this.”
“Do you like finance and accounting?” asked his hero.
“It’s alright. But it’s nothing at all like playing hockey.”
MORAL OF THE STORY: As we look to tap into and then ultimately command our inborn power we must do what we love while the window is open; because the window won’t stay open forever.
How The Player Lost His Shot Forever
– Written by Motivational Joe