Every year, at this time of year, for more years than I can remember, I’ve written about my junior year, when I quit my high school football team (Link). Something different happened this year.
You see, I’ve come to clearly realize I’m not a quitter by nature – just the opposite. For the past 57 years I’ve thought about; accepted; regretted; and ultimately written about that time I quit, thinking perhaps it would have some sort of cathartic benefit. It hasn’t.
There’s always been something in the back of my mind about the circumstances surrounding that event. Ever happen to you? Ever change your mind – change your feelings – after you think more clearly about something you did? When others say you were wrong, ever find yourself influenced enough to agree, even though deep down you feel you might actually have been right?
That time in high school, I was faced with a tough situation. No excuse. We’re all faced with tough situations throughout our life, true? In fact, over the years I’ve had enough tough situations that I solidified my view about myself:
Adversity clarifies commitment.
After all these years, I’ve (finally) come to realize that I wasn’t committed in the first place to playing football my junior year. I made it known before the season. The varsity coach actually called my house over the summer to convince me to change my mind. I was flattered – but I was not committed. At 17 years old, I didn’t know the difference.
The flattery lasted one week. That’s when the abusive, macho-man, let’s intimidate high school boys, behavior resurfaced from an assistance coach. He was the head coach of my sophomore team and moved up to varsity my junior year. The previous year he totally turned me off to football. I was quickly reminded by his bullying style and knew in my heart continuing was a bad fit.
Quitting was the easy way out perhaps, but it was the lone way out I could see. I felt like I was drowning. I didn’t have anyone to turn to. I didn’t put my trust in God (although I probably should have). Up to that point, I’d always been a star athlete. How could someone like that quit? The hardest part was telling my Mom. It was the only time in my life she said I disappointed her.
Who do you turn to when you’re in that tough, quit or keep going, commitment-clarifying, adverse situation? When you feel like you’re drowning? It could be problems at school, with a teacher, a coach, at work, with a manager, in your marriage… Who do you turn to when you’re not sure if it’s them or you? How do you decide whether or not to quit? And if you have quit before, how do you get over lifelong regrets?
Well, let me save you a few years of thinking about it, grinding on it, maybe even writing about it. I suggest you turn to you, to your instincts, trust your gut, trust God. If you do that in the first place it will probably turn out just fine.
GAP
When life gets tough we could get a helmet… or… we could leverage the peace and share the power of a positive perspective.




