Over the past 15 years of my life, I have traveled across the country working with thousands of lacrosse players of all ages and playing abilities. My message to them has always remained the same; I stand in front of these players and tell them “ You don’t need to be the fastest, the quickest, the strongest or the biggest to be a successful lacrosse player. In my experience there are two key factors that have allowed me to be successful at the highest levels of the game; Stick skills and Determination.”
I wanted to share a story that has help shape me into the person and player that I have become. I first saw this story in my parents West Carthage, NY home during winter break of my freshman year at Syracuse. You know how certain things just totally hit home with people sometimes? Well this story “The Power Of Determination” certainly did with me. After reading this story in the book “ Chicken Soup for the Soul” I immediately brought the book to the copy machine so I could keep a copy and bring it back to school with me. During my college days, I would read this story often. The story fires me up every time I read it!
If you want to be successful at something (what ever that might be; lacrosse, playing the guitar, math, running, etc.) it requires hard work and Determination. If you believe you can do something the way that I believed I could, and the way that Dr. Cunningham did, then you can.
I have kept this story close to me over the years and I have shared it with some very important people in my life. This kind of determination can help you or others not only be more successful at a certain craft, but it can also help overcome obstacles in your life. I’ve been so glad to have read this article nearly 19 years ago; I wanted to share this with the Powell Lacrosse family and maybe it might touch a few the same way it has touched my life. If you want to accomplish something – Be Determined!
The Power Of Determination
The little country schoolhouse was heated by an old-fashioned, pot bellied stove. A little boy had the job of coming to school early each day to start the fire and warm the room before his teacher and his classmates arrived.
One morning they arrived to find the schoolhouse engulfed in flames. They dragged the unconscious little boy out of the flaming building more dead than alive. He had major burns over the lower half of his body and was taken to the nearby county hospital.
From his bed the dreadfully burned, semi-conscious little boy faintly heart the doctor talking to his mother. The doctor told his mother that her son would surely die which was for the best, really for the terrible fire had devastated the lower half of his body.
But the brave boy didn’t want to die. He made up his mind that he would survive. Somehow, to the amazement of the physician, he did survive. When the mortal danger was past, he again heard the doctor and his mother speaking quietly. The mother was told that since the fire had destroyed so much flesh in the lower part of his body, it would almost be better if he had died, since he was doomed to be a lifetime cripple with no use at all of his lower limbs.
Once more the brave boy made up his mind. He would not be a cripple. He would walk. But unfortunately from the waist down, he had no motor ability. His thin legs just dangled there, all but lifeless.
Ultimately he was released from the hospital. Every day his mother would massage his little legs, but there was no feeling, no control, nothing. Yet his determination that he would walk was as strong as ever.
When he wasn’t in bed, he was confined to a wheelchair. One sunny day his mother wheeled him out into the yard to get some fresh air. This day, instead of sitting there, he threw himself from the chair. He pulled himself across the grass, dragging his legs behind him.
He worked his way to the white picket fence bordering their lot. With great effort, he raised himself up on the fence. Then, stake by stake, he began dragging himself along the fence, resolved that he would walk. He started to do this every day until he wore a smooth path all around the yard beside the fence. There was nothing he wanted more than to develop life in those legs.
Ultimately through his daily massages, his iron persistence and his resolute determination, he did develop the ability to stand up, then to walk haltingly, then to walk by himself and then to run.
He began to walk to school, then to run to school, to run for the sheer joy of running. Later in college he made the track team.
Still later in Madison Square Garden this young man who was not expected to survive, who would surely never walk, who could never hope to run this determined young man, Dr. Glenn Cunningham, ran the world’s fastest mile!