I never knew Kobe Bryant even though we each lived in Pennsylvania at some point in our lives, less than 30 minutes and years apart –me for 60 years and Kobe for 18 years when, upon graduation, he went to his only team, the Los Angeles Lakers where he had a 20-year career. He was scouted as #1 in the country and played in the National Basketball Association (NBA). Among his many accomplishments, as a shooting guard, he won five NBA championships, was an 18-time All-Star, and got to be the best shooter ever after Wilt Chamberlain.
Unless you’ve been sequestered with jury duty or living under a rock, Kobe died Sunday along with his daughter and 7 others in a foggy and then fiery helicopter crash which killed them all.
I watched the news reports Sunday and, after a while, stopped watching because the reporters occasionally brought up that incident where in 2003, Bryant was accused of sexual assault by a 19-year-old hotel employee. Shortly after, Bryant issued a public apology, with his wife by his side, but that action resulted in several endorsements which were cut off immediately including McDonalds and Nutella.
But the angel who sat on the opposite shoulder said, “Can you really get over sexual assault?” The angel won.
Then around 2 on Monday, I thought of my father who was killed in his North Philadelphia store in 1971, and I didn’t even think of him every day after awhile, except right around the holidays which were important to him because, other than working seven days a week to support his family, he liked fun.
It was about 3:30 on Monday. The only thing was the country by Randy Travis called Three Wooden Crosses that pulled me out of whatever had taken over my mind. The song is about four people–a farmer, a teacher, a preacher, and a hooker–going down to Mexico in search of various things. He was awarded the Academy of Country Music Award for Song of the Year. Listen to it for a moment.
And then I also knew. My father left his incredible work ethic, Kobe left his iconic basketball fame, and I guess people will remember me, too, albeit I don’t know for what.
I asked one of my sons the next day, “Will you miss me when I’m gone?”
He took a long time to answer and then he said, “You have your moments.”
That’s good enough for me, wiseass.
Mike, thank you for the comments. I am so glad that you are working on those afflictions and I will contact you on the Coronavirus virus and how the stroke patients can receive help as well from the same drug. You, my friend, are a walking legacy!
I think its about the legacy you leave behind. Right now I'm doing my part to cure cancer. It looks like we have metastatic disease figured out and STOPPED IT! http://www.cytodyn.com Read the press release on the site. The pure cure is going to be a combination of things but this last thing really defanged it. Also busy working on getting this stroke drug development completed. Need awareness and money. The same drugs that will treat end stage coronavirus patients will help stroke patients.
A friend of mine knows Kobe very well so my opinion is jaded. Right after the police got to him he called first his spiritual idol before any lawyer. He prayed for forgiveness so should we forgive sexual assault I'm going with my faith on this one and it says yes. He made up for it in many ways.
By the way the coronavirus might help us get this stroke drug moving along. Ill keep you appraised but you should spread this news.
I will keep writing, but I would like to know your name so I can thank you personally. But it is your option to remain anonymous, so thanks! Your comment is appreciated!
I loved this! Keep writing!