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Scared, humbled, and hopeful

Scared, humbled, and hopeful

By Kevin Flanagan

BSD Senior Staff Writer

I am not going to lie, I am scared.

Even though I head to bed early on most nights, I can’t tell you the last time I’ve slept well.

I worry about my family, I worry about their health, I worry about our future, and I worry about what will become of us all when this is all over.

And then I remember.

I am a child of the greatest generation that faced the worst financial times this country has ever known. Even faced with such hardship, they came together to defeat the devil himself in a World War most thought could never be won.

It is from this strength of character that I draw my hope from, even though I frankly wonder if I have the fortitude that they showed in their darkest hours.

Let’s face it, I’m about as shallow as a puddle formed after a thunderstorm on a hot summer’s day.

Other than my family, the main source of joy in my life comes from watching grown men play children’s games. I’ve even found a way to make a pittance both writing and recording about their exploits.

For more years than I would like to admit I have given my passion, expressed my frustrations, and experienced the highest of highs and the lowest of lows following and writing about the sports I love.

And I don’t regret a second of it.

Here are the facts as I see them.

We are likely to experience more pain in the hopefully near future before we feel relief. Our spirits will no doubt be tested even greater than they have now, and we will all either doubt ourselves or experience loss.

Unfortunately, that is what is called life. No matter how much we try to hide from hard facts they will find us. The real question is, how do we respond?

I am the son of a man who was diagnosed with polio as a toddler, but still found the sweetest woman the world has known and made her his wife, raising six kids – with varying degrees of success – together.

I am the nephew of three uncles who fought valiantly in WWII and returned as humble heroes from one of the fiercest fights for freedom in the 20th century, if not the history of the world. 

I am the brother of an Army Ranger who along with his brothers in arms fought in Vietnam and until recently were never recognized for their sacrifice to our country.

And yet – I am embarrassed to admit – I still find that I am frustrated with my current circumstances even though I will never know the courage it took them and their peers to soldier on.

It is because of them I choose to be hopeful. I choose to think that the political poison that threatens to divide us daily will be deluded by our collective strength.

And I choose to believe that my silly, simpleton ass will be pissing people off with my often cynical sports takes sooner than you can call me an asshole.

Until then, be well.  

Follow on Twitter @KevinMFlanagan. Email at kflan@bostonsportsdesk.com.  

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