When the Impossible becomes Possible

I’m grateful for a reminder of how I have moved through life with assumptions of what is possible, and then acted as if those assumptions were based on data. A week ago, I was watching the UH-Kansas basketball game. I don’t catch many regular season games (though I’m a big March Madness fan) but this one promised to be hard fought and intense. The game lived up to its billing. In regulation play, UH staged an amazing comeback down 6 to tie the game keyed by a five second violation on Kansas with timing running out. In OT, UH was down 6 once again with 13 seconds left, desperately in need of a basket. They missed and Kansas got the rebound; UH fouled sending Kansas to the line for 2 shots. I was beyond annoyed, turning off the TV with a couple of colorful words. The game ended up taking a significant emotional investment, and I felt cheated. I was sure UH had lost—I didn’t even bother to check the score. The next day, a YouTube video popped up my feed trumpeting UH’s double time victory after one of the most improbable rallies in college basketball history. I had been so sure the situation was hopeless, and by all accounts it should have been, but it wasn’t. I’m grateful for that perspective. I’m also grateful for the reminder that sometimes it is truly the darkest before the dawn. I had given up the very moment the most exciting part of the game was about to occur. How many times have I done that in my life? No one (or few) people may be reading this blog, but I’m still playing the game. I’m working on book2 and if I press on, who knows, there may be a thrilling OT victory just around the corner.