Do you remember Rudy? You know, the underdog football player who just wanted to take the field for one game with the Fighting Irish. He wasn’t the smartest guy. He wasn’t the biggest. Or the strongest. But he had his dream and he held fast to it as obstacle after obstacle held him back; as people, and circumstances, and life thwarted his efforts. Still, he believed.

I find it so interesting that when I watch these films, I have no doubt of the outcome. I watch and I wait patiently, silently willing the downtrodden underdog to stick with it. Take the beating. Take the abuse. Take whatever they throw at you, because you willprevail against all odds. Failure, while it seems precariously close at times, isn’t an option, and I just know in my heart of hearts that the underdog will become the top dog.

Of course, it’s easy to have that kind of confidence in a darkened movie theatre, far away from every day life. When the music swells and the crowd cheers and your heart is beating out of your chest.

But what about in the cold, harsh light of day? When you’re sitting on your couch wondering what the hell to do next and you can’t see any conceivable way that you can come out on top?

Personally, my tendency is to wring my hands and I fret.  And, if I’m not careful, I start to sink.

A few years back, after my mother died and I was diagnosed with cancer, writing is what pulled me from the abyss of my depression.

Ironically enough, it’s often the cause of angst and insecurity these days as I wait for my books to find their way.

I’m thinking maybe it’s time that I reclaim the joy and jettison the angst.

So, here I am, sitting in a Dunkin’ Donuts, writing this as more of a letter to myself than to anyone else. It’s a reminder that there’s more than one way to get where I want to go. That I need to relax and allow God, and Fate, and the Universe to provide the confluence of events- the perfect storm- that will deliver me to the place I want to be.  If I’m not mistaken, that just might be FAITH.

Just before Rudy crosses that line– in that split second before his whole life changes, he has an exchange with the team captain:

Capt: Rudy, are you ready for this, champ?

Rudy: I’ve been ready for this my whole life!

Cant: Then you take us out on the field.

So, cue the sweeping horn line and the camera that pans across the landscape of my future. I’ve been ready for this my whole life and I’m about to hit the field.

Care to join me?

**Are you a softy for the sports movies, too? Are you a Rudy fan? Or is Rocky more your speed? How about those kick ass olympian hockey players in Miracle? Or, if you’re a woman in your mid 40’s, like me, Ice Castles may have been your lifeline back in the early 80’s.  You’re among friends here!

Use the comments to let me know which is your fave.

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