BUT SO WHAT???
ByThe Mission Moment from last Saturday is below. Be aware, if you’re standing next to me on Saturday mornings, you may end up reading the Mission Moment because I can’t make it through some of them without crying!
Kathy Quinn
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BUT SO WHAT???
Mike Fitzpatrick– Mentor Captain and Faithful TNT member
I did it. I completed a marathon. I could tell you how long I have trained or how early I had to get up on race day to be at the starting line. Or I could tell you about the cold rain that started around mile 10 and lasted until mile 13. Or how my legs felt like lead around mile 20. Or about rounding the corner and finally seeing the finish line after plodding along for 5 hours.
BUT SO WHAT?
If I told you about all of those things, I wouldn’t be telling you what the marathon meant to me. So instead, I’d like to tell you about standing in the starting corral before the sun came up and seeing the picture of a small happy child pinned to a woman’s back with the words “In Memory of Macennah – My Little Angel”. Or about the gentleman that I saw at mile 12 with cerebral palsy, putting one foot in front of the other the best way he could. Or the courage on a father’s face as he stood in front of a crowed room and read the “Ten Life Lessons” that his daughter, Kimberly Joy Costa (July 17, 1981 – July 24, 2000), had written for her high school graduation. Or the thank you note from Kimberly Holmes telling me about her recent blood work and how the doctor said it was great. I can type these words, or tell you about each instance, but I’ll never be able to describe to you the feelings associated with each one.
And you know what? I’m pretty sure it’s a good thing I can’t. I believe there are certain feelings no one should ever be able to capture in words. To do so would be an injustice. You need to stand there and feel the tears rolling down your cheeks for yourself. Then, you’ll understand.
