When I was 12, my father took me to the World Series.
Game 2. Brewers vs. Cardinals.
Our starting centerfielder was a rookie named Willie McGee.
Willie made some amazing plays in that Series, including an amazing stretch to steal a home run ball from Milwaukee’s Gordan Thomas on the road at County Stadium.
Willie is the Cardinal player that I love the most.
I have one uniform that I wear regularly and it is Mr. McGee’s.
Once, Willie was asked how he stayed so positive and always seemed to be happy.
Willie replied, “some people … when they walk in the room …. the room lights up.”
“Other people … when they leave the room … the room lights up.”
Willie said he always wanted to be the first type of person.
I thought of this yesterday when I was working out at the gym.
I’m doing this routine where I lift weights and then jump on an elliptical or treadmill between sets.
When I got on the elliptical for the first time, I could overhear a conversation between a man and a woman.
The woman was complaining about how her sister was treating her unfairly.
I tried not to listen, but the woman was cussing, badmouthing and criticizing her sister for the entire two minutes.
I finished my cardio and went back to the weights.
Next time that I came back, the woman was complaining about her neighbor.
I went away and came back.
Now she was pontificating about how terrible her job was.
The man nodded dutifully while she went on and on.
For me, I choose not to go through life like that.
Bitching about everything. Mad all of the time.
I’m sure this woman had things to be upset about.
But that is just not how I want to live.
I’d rather be like Willie.
Lighting up a room.
Being a light for other people.
And spreading joy and love instead of anger and discord.