Bill Bradley wrote this story in his book. I've told this story a thousand times about the night in the 1970s at a postgame reception in Chicago when a man approached me and asked,"Do you really like to play basketball?" "Yeah, more than anything else I could be doing now," I replied. "That's great. You know, I once played the trumpet." He said. "I think I know what you feel, I played in a little band. We were good. We'd play on weekends at colleges. In my last year, we had an offer to tour and make records. Everyone wanted to except me." "Why didn't you?" "My father thought it wasn't secure enough." "What about you?" "Well, I didn't know," he said."I guess I agreed. The life is so transient. You're always on the road. No sureness that you'll get your next job. It just doesn't fit into a life plan. So I went to law school and I quit playing trumpet, except every once in a while. Now I don't have the time." Do you like the law?" It's okay, but it's nothing like playing the trumpet.
I guess the question this story makes me want to ask myself is- "Do you like being an assistant manager at Dillon's grocery store? It's okay but it's nothing like writing songs and playing guitar. What is your passion? What are you doing about it?
I guess the question this story makes me want to ask myself is- "Do you like being an assistant manager at Dillon's grocery store? It's okay but it's nothing like writing songs and playing guitar. What is your passion? What are you doing about it?