Often times, we find ourselves dwelling on the past, dwelling on and worrying about things that are completely out of our control.
When we do that, we aren’t helping ourselves in the least bit. In fact, when we do that, we aren’t making our future any better, instead, we are making it worse. What has happened in the past no longer matters.
It’s a part of the past for a reason, personally, I’ve had a rough, life-threatening past but I refused to let that poison my future. We’ll get into that at a later date.
When we worry about things in the past, we end up tearing our own lives apart even when we don’t realize it. If we focused on our futures as much as we do our pasts, this world would be a better place.
It’s never too late to change your mindset, stop letting your past poison your future. Instead, let your past poise you for the future. Anything is possible. All you’ve got to do is believe in yourself.
Be the lion when all others are playing sheep. Don’t put your future in danger because of your past.
The date was September 14, 1938, 81 years ago tomorrow my grandfather, whom I affectionately called ‘Big Ken’, due to his massive stature, was born. But his stature wasn’t the only thing that was big. His heart was even bigger than his stature. He would do anything for anybody, not because he wanted to brag, he wasn’t that type, but because he simply knew that it was the right thing to do. I can’t recall a time that he didn’t do what was right at any time. Growing up in Bascom, Florida, in the 30s and 40, he didn’t have much, but he was thankful for what he had and didn’t complain about what others had that he didn’t. My dad and aunt often talk about how mean Big Ken could be. But I never saw the mean side of him (thankfully). I think that is because as a person ages, they tend to mellow out. So by the time my brother and I were born 1997, he must’ve been pretty mellow. As we grew up, we would go down to Spanish Fort, Alabama, where Big Ken and Grandma Sherry lived while we grew up. Every time we saw them until Big Ken was in his last days with us in 2006, he and Grandma Sherry always had surprises for us in the back of their black Crown Victoria and my brother and I would run to the car anxiously awaiting the surprises that were inside. When our grandparents visited Wetumpka, we would often go to Fort Toulouse, a battleground which is famous for its history, including being the site where Creek Indian Chief, William Weatherford, known as “Red Eagle” to members of the tribe, surrendered to General Andrew Jackson on August 9, 1814, to have lunch. Well, there’s moss in the trees down at Fort Toulouse, which was built in 1714, but my brother wasn’t aware of that, so he often asked “Why is there ‘hair in the trees?'” Big Ken and I would often laugh and laugh. I also recall lots of time spent playing baseball in the back yard of their Spanish Fort home, the land that their home sat on was used as battleground in the days of the Civil War if I remember correctly. Big Ken even built a bridge for us in the front yard and named it ‘B & B Bridge’ in our honor. If I’m not mistaken he built the bridge somewhere around 2002. I often find myself wondering if the bridge is still standing since the house has since been handed to new owners. In his final days, he worried about us not remembering who he was, I’m sure he went to heaven worrying about that, but that’s far from the case. Almost 13 years after his death, we still talk about him and all of the good times we spent with him, while dad informs of some good times and some not so good times spent with Big Ken. At 6’4″, 200-plus pounds, he surely seemed larger than life and his impact on our lives is still felt today. Happy 81st Birthday, Big Ken, we haven’t forgotten you.
Last night, as I was scrolling through my Facebook feed, I came across a picture that really caught my eye, the picture was of a little kid touching the frame that protected the picture of Kavosiey Smoke, a former Wetumpka High School football standout, who is now flourishing in The Bluegrass State of Kentucky as a running back on the Kentucky Wildcats football team led by head coach, Mark Stoops. The kid in the picture is Tristan Jackson, the son of former WHS football player, OJ Jackson, however Gayle Henderson Coker Perry posted the picture with the message: “‘Just a reminder to all you “big boys” out there you have no idea how big your influence may be. Little eyes may be watching, and not only in football!!”‘I proceeded to comment: “‘In every sport and in every aspect of life.”‘ The point of this piece is, you never know who is watching, give your all in everything you do.