The Man in the Glass

My coaching journey hasn’t always been the most glamorous when it comes to the win-loss column, but I adhere to a poem and my belief never wavers. I never stopped believing, ever. I have never cheated myself or my players and I want them to feel the same way. Win or lose, every ounce of passion was dripped. Passion is a separator in life, and a scoreboard doesn’t always reflect who understands the passion and the great places it will take you.

I used to pass this poem out to all my players, and now that I am writing this, I will pick up that habit once again. I used to actually keep the poem taped on my mirror, somehow it didnt make it on my past couple of mirrors. It’s going back up now. A reminder to, lets say…. “keep it real”.

Too great of a reminder that the soul of the eyes staring back at you KNOWS. It’s just too good. Too full of truth.
I hope you enjoy this poem as much as I do. 
Never. Not. Believe.

The Man In The Glass- written by Peter Dale Wimbrow Sr.

When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.
For it isn’t your father, or mother, or wife 
Whose judgment upon you must pass
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.
He’s the fellow to please — never mind all the rest
For he’s with you, clear to the end
And you’ve passed your most difficult, dangerous test
If the man in the glass is your friend.
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you’ve cheated the man in the glass.

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