Nothing Finer than Living in North Caroliner

Nothing Finer than Living in North Caroliner
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Sunday, April 3, 2011

Day 80 - Judging a Book by Its Cover

The key to a good book is a good cover design.  I recently helped Steve design the cover of his new book It Beats Eatin' Lizards, Lessons Learned in Life and Leadership. You know what they say, don't judge a book by its cover.  But one has to admit that we have all bought at least one book based on the cover alone. Many famous book covers however have gone on to symbolize the story itself.  Jurassic Park comes to mind.  I remember going to the library, or in school ordering books through scholastic with the little bookmark-like checklist in school and loving it when the teacher handed my pile out with the bookmark stuck in the middle of one of them.  I always bought my children books and supported Scholastic when they were young too.  A guidance counselor told me that they can see a direct relationship when juveniles start getting into trouble with their reading scores.

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This happened to my oldest son.  When we finally were able to pinpoint when he was having problems as a juvenile, the guidance counselor showed us his reading scores.  It is true at some point around the eighth grade he had stopped wanting me to order books for him.  I remember specifically the last book he wanted me to buy for him was a paperback about toilet paper.  I told him no.  He informed me that if I didn't buy that book he wouldn't read anymore.  I bought the book under duress and that was the last book I bought him while he was in school.  A paperback book about toilet paper.  Ridiculous.

He started having this problem while playing basketball in eighth grade. I wasn't aware of it but I guess his coach was.  He mentioned to me he couldn't find anyone to speak at the end of the season Basketball Sports Banquet.  I mentioned that one of my clients was a former player at Duke University and had started the BlockBuster Video Franchises.  He owned a new fertilizer company and I could ask him.  Coach Donovan was open to the idea and asked me to ask my client to come and speak.  My client was delighted and was even more delighted that he could choose his own topic.  He came and spoke at the banquet of spaghetti and garlic bread.  It was paid for out of the coach's pocket so we had it in the gym. A simple dinner.  I really loved this team, they seemed to be good kids who just wanted to play ball.  Sometimes I'd solicit McDonalds to give me twenty cheeseburgers and take them to the kids as they got on the bus for road games.  They got out of school late and played the games early so they didn't have time to go home to eat.

My client talked about his career.  He spoke about the importance of choices and how he had fallen into drinking alcohol and had become an alcoholic due to his own poor choices. This was news to me as I only knew him as a successful business man.  I wasn't sure how the coach would perceive my choice of a speaker as he continued to talk.  He told his story and ended it with, if you happen to make the same mistakes I did, which is why I'm telling my story to you, and hope you don't, you will hit rock bottom.  He said, "I want you to look around at every teammate on this team sitting at the table with you here today. You will need help someday. You will call out to your teammates and they will not be there for you. None of you will be around to help each other. There is only one place you can go that is a sure way to get help.  It is Jesus Christ."  In their immature minds, they just thought that was ridiculous as they laughed nervously.

I was shocked to hear his story.  I had judged him by his cover of success and never knew he was an alcoholic.  The truth was he had to hit rock bottom to achieve his success. Being the paranoid diversity trainer that I was, I wondered if he had offended any Jewish or Muslim kids on the team.  The irony was, my husband, the coach and myself were the only parents there.  We notice this as officials.  The older the kids get, the less parents show up in the stands to watch.  It is a sad statement for these kids who continue with their love of the game.  The right thing to do is to go to your kids games.  If you work, I understand but for God's Sake at least take off work to attend their end of the season sports banquet. When I found out the date of the banquet, I realized I had been scheduled to officiate another game.  I gave it back in order to be there for my son at his banquet.  After he left, Coach pulled me aside and thanked me.  He said, "BJ I don't think there could have been a more perfect speaker for these group of kids. His message spoke volumes."  Hindsight is twenty-twenty and I guess he knew my son's teammates tried drugs and alcohol.  My son was guilty by association. It was only years later that I realized that they had in fact introduced him to this world of alcohol and marijuana.

Basketball can keep these kids walking the straight and narrow.  I believe it depends on the coach.  One of my son's teammates from that particular team is behind bars now.  I think of him all the time.  I wonder how he didn't listen to the message of that speaker that day about choices.  He told my son that he was in a car when the cops pulled it over, searched it and found drugs.  Guilty by association.  Nobody knows the truth except the four young men in that car.  What I do know is this. There is only one book that can help him out now and it usually has a pretty simple cover design.  Black or gold leather binding with gold foil stamped letters.

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