Gates rolls his eyes at me, at least once, each time I frequent his hospital room. He doesn’t do it for any other reason than it’s his only ability to display a form of humility.
As hard as I try not to do it, I end up gushing over how well he’s doing, how much he motivates me to “buck up” in life; that’s the trigger sending his eyes heavenward.
Anytime I get an email telling me to “turn my speakers up” before I open an attachment, I know I’m in for an embarrassing piece of audio. I’ve learned; I never turn my speakers up.
I give you my word, the audio which I’m going to request you listen, will not plague you with some attention causing prank, however be forewarned, it will definitely stir up emotion. This is not a new video, but I’m confident you will experience it in a whole new way.
Turn your speakers up:
If you were distracted at all, you might have missed it. As his physical therapist walks away, following an attempt to hold his weighted arm, Gates, frustrated with his performance, says the words:
“Do it again.”
When no one expected more of him, he expected more of himself.
During my last visit I thanked Gates for his attitude towards is current plight. His response:
“You’ve gotta look at the little things. The fact I can lift my arms is a huge blessing. I’m way grateful for that.”
Gates really doesn’t understand why what he’s doing is so uplifting to those who watch him. It’s second nature for Gates; any discussion otherwise is indiscernible to him.
Today Gates had practice. Yet, this was a totally different practice than he had while playing football or swimming. This time he practiced getting in and out of the car. A task each one of us, who drive, does multiple times daily, all by habit and without conscious thought. The reason Gates rehearsed over-and-over again: To prepare to see his friends and supporters at the “Gates’ May Day” event this Saturday.
"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat." ~Theodore Roosevelt