Mr. Irrelevant

Growing up, I was never the first pick. Rarely even the 2nd or 3rd.

Luckily, I was just tall enough to avoid being the last person picked.

I was average. I blended into the background. I didn’t look the part.

But, when you got me on your team you knew what you had very quickly.

I loved to play. I gave an “all-heart” effort. I didn’t mind doing the dirty work and bumping elbows. I’d dive for the loose ball. Grit and determination were my strengths.

Maybe I got lucky growing up with an older brother that made things hard on me. Who was always tough to beat because he was bigger and stronger. Someone I never expected to give me an inch, and he never did.

I didn’t know it back then but the qualities I gained through childhood have served me well.

It doesn’t always matter what you look like from the outside or how you might “stack up” against those beside you.

It’s what happens when you get your chance to get in the game.

How do you perform?