There’s this guy I grew up watching on television. He was the best I thought existed. Maybe I was just a child or maybe I was caught up idolozing someone I knew nothing about. I didn’t understand what the mystique was behind him until I was old enough to understand and comprehend his statistics. The way he played the game was something out of a story book in my mind. I never seen anyone as beloved in a particular environment. I wasn’t even aware that he wasn’t in fact the best ever.
Oh, there is this other thing that I grew up watching. Things were confusing as a child but I just figured that everything was the way its supposed to be and that I would just be as proud of the love I had for the situation I was in. I thought that I could appreciate things more and people better. I had this false sense of hope that everything was alright before I was told it was going to be.
It wasn’t until these two things seemed to have a date with fate on 21 September 2001, that I would feel this way. The confusion went away. The passion seemed to be there. All of life’s problems were seemingly drifting off into the New York City night air. I was changed forever. Actually, I don’t believe that I was the only one. I think that a lot of us felt that way day. Everything just seemed right.
I will never forget that day. I don’t think many people ever will. For that I have to say thank you.