I am not one to write or publish my inner feelings to a public that I can't see, but I feel compelled to write these words:Having been a coach for the last 30-something years I so often find myself burdened with a heavy heart, because most of the people that I've been in contact with in the latter stages of my life (mainly young people) for whatever reason don't seem to understand or care about the value each and every one of them possesses (through the love and care of GOD by way of His Son JESUS CHRIST).
I in no way intend to push my beliefs on anyone who reads this, but that is what I hold on to be the ultimate truth. I have found that a lot of the above people mentioned seem to think that their life-worth needs to be validated either by someone or something. Advice from the more experienced is often rejected, giving way to evil and countless amounts of life-destroying distresses that await any and every one that doesn't heed to good counsel.
One of the hardest burdens I've had to bear is to have lost a young kid to the world of pro boxing, which has so many entrapments. This is not to say it's all bad, but some journeys, if taken alone and without good counsel, can become a nightmare. I now so truly understand the hurt expierenced by the father of the "Prodigal Son."
GOD BLESS.
A Story by Coach James Joseph:Five people went up a mountain with a guide. On the way, instructions were given to follow his lead and to stay on the trail that he told them to no matter what. A snow storm came and three stayed with the guide, but two decided to take a trail that seemed more promising. The mountain gave way and everyone fell downward.
After the storm had passed, the two that had pounded their own path were found crushed against the rocks below. The guide and the three that followed his instructions had fallen on the brush below, the same brush that the guide had fallen on everytime an unexpected storm occurred during the tours.
