Sunday, April 27, 2008
Only a Memory
Everybody has a hero when they are a kid. In fact you may be somebody’s hero and you don’t even know it. And the opportunity to be someone’s hero is probably a short term thing.
Yesterday I ran into my childhood hero at the Strawberry Festival in my home town.
I have written here that when I was growing up in Reynolds the people of Reynolds supported the community. The community consisted of church, the Kiwanis Club, the Woman’s Club, the local businesses and the school.
Reynolds High School was more than an institution. It was the center of activity in town. I have fond memories of the Halloween Carnival that was held each year right in the halls of the high school. I remember going to piano recitals when the auditorium upstairs at the high school would be completely full. The entire community came to support the kids in the recital.
But when I think of growing up I always think first of the basketball games at Fickling Gymnasium at Reynolds High School. Our team was the Reynolds Tigers – purple and gold were the colors. And everybody showed up to support the home team. I think I can name every player that played on the girl’s team as well as the boy’s team during my elementary school years.
But there was one player who stood out.
Ronnie Visage, pictured here in the yellow shirt with my brother in law, was an incredible high school basketball player who dominated on the basketball court. I can still hear the crowd cheering for Ronnie and the cheerleaders calling his name. “Ronnie Ronnie he’s our man. If he can’t do it NOBODY can.” I truly believed that to be true. As a boy coming up that wanted to be a basketball player I idolized this Reynolds Tiger. He was my inspiration as I shot 1000 times a day in that same gymnasium during my own high school years. The high school had closed by then but the memories of Ronnie Visage playing in that gym were very much alive as I shot basketballs until I had blisters on my hands.
You will notice that Ronnie’s basketball playing days are pretty much over. Actually I should say completely over.
The point here is our opportunity to be someone’s hero doesn’t last forever.
Whatever we do well now will one day be only a memory.