Believe me, there's nothing like a kick toward the flag to get the old blood pumping and the crowd off their bums cheering. Besides, without even trying, you've already won the only race that really matters. Unconsciously, yet omnipresent, you ran the gauntlet of stars and genomes to assume your full, nothing less than miraculous, place in the creation. Being alive to love and hurt, to fail and recover, to prove your grit and show compassion, that is life's true secret.
Leave it to Stanford to pick out the unusual in Forrest's new book. And leave it to Forrest to turn Silky Sullivan's loss in the Kentucky Derby into an inspiring sermon.
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I just reread the article over my cereal this morning, and I will read it again. The incredible miracle of being alive to play the game of life makes the major and minor setbacks along the way insignificant by comparison. And as Forrest points out, echoing inadvertently Grantland Rice in dad's favorite quote, it isn't winning or losing that gets the crowd off their butts to cheer it is how you are playing the game.
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