So I bet most of you were wondering when I was going to throw in some sports analogies to spice things up a bit.
As you all may know, I love sports…shocker, I know.
So let’s talk Tiger Woods for a second…
For those of you who live in a box, Tiger Woods is a golfer.
And he is really, really good.
Now imagine someone taking a long, metal pole and hitting a little white ball with it.
But imagine doing to better than anyone else.
Pretty cool, eh?
After that scientific explanation of the game of gold, let’s get on to our story of Mr. Woods.
So you probably either hate the man or love him.
If you can think back to 2 or 3 years ago, the majority of the golf fan world loved Tiger Woods (1. Yes. Contrary to popular belief, there are golf fans.
2. If you are wondering whether golf is a sport or not, we’ll discuss that in another session.
3. Yes again.
I do think these little blog posts can appropriately be termed sessions).
Back to the nitty gritty.
If you lived anywhere on this earth you heard that Mr. Woods cheated on his wife many times, blah blah blah.
You know the story.
This man, who we held up in such high esteem for his superb skill on the golf course, killed his reputation in one weekend when the media told the world of Tiger’s personal life (Well he killed his reputation when he made bad choices…but when the world found out about the bad choices, many people didn’t think so highly of him.
But that doesn’t mean you should do bad things as long as you don’t get caught.
Alex will probably find out somehow, because he is kind of sneaky, and he will punch you in the face.
And you should be good regardless or irregardless or gardless.
And God knows all. All these parentheses keep sidetracking me).
It takes many years to build up trust, but it only takes a second to destroy it. Mr. Tiger is arguably the best golfer to ever play the game. He impressed the world with his play week after week. And then BAM! Perhaps some will never be able to respect him again.
Now of course, I believe in the power of repentance and the Atonement. I still will like Tiger Woods for his superior golf skill…but the moral of the story is this – It takes a long time to build people’s trust…and once you lose it, you will have a tough time earning it back. Now Mr. Woods is in a tough position because of the glaring spotlight that follows him around. But in the end it is always best to choose the right. Be honest about who you are or everyone might think you are a big fat liar the rest of your life (4. No, I don't think fat people are all liars.) End of story.
Stay away from dangerous sharks...and liars,
Chris
The False Catshark is way bigger and fatter than the Catshark. Coincidence?!?!
ReplyDeleteIs bay terrace much different than a box?
ReplyDeleteHow can I be good if I am gardless? I thought I was supposed to "fortify myself against the destroyer" and all that..
There are no dangerous sharks, just evil fish who wear shark clothing. Its kinda like those sheep who dress up like wolves.
Excellent post Mr. Dallphin.
I think Bay Terrace could appropriately be termed a box. I think it would be either the "beat" or "lucky charms" varieties.
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