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I don't do this often, but with today's quote, it's not merely a quote, but a story.
So it's longer than normal, but totally still worth it.
When we look at television, movies or social media and see perfection, sometimes we compare our failures to others' successes and feel we can never measure up.
But we don't often see failure. It's not given the same kind of air time as success. But it's the secret we don't often see.
Anyone who's succeeded has seen a lot of failure in getting to that place of success. Elder Paul H. Dunn, in his talk, "Know Thyself, Control Thyself, Give Thyself" brings up the example of Babe Ruth from baseball.
"I
think of that great immortal athlete, Babe Ruth,
when I talk about the
principle of success and particularly failure.
Let me just share a
little experience from his life.
It
was a beautiful Saturday afternoon in the summer of 1927,
and 35,000
wildly excited baseball fans packed Shibe Park.
They were giving Babe
Ruth the “razzberry”—and good!
Lefty (Bob) Grove, one of the greatest
left-handed pitchers of all time,
had just struck out Babe Ruth on three
consecutive pitched balls for the second successive time.
Two runners
were stranded on the bases.
As the great
slugger returned to the bench, amidst wild and abusive jeering,
he
looked up into the stands with an unruffled smile, just as he did the
first time,
gave his cap a polite little tip from his perspiring brow,
stepped down into the dugout, and calmly took a drink of water.
In
the eighth inning, when he came up for his third time at bat,
the
situation was critical. The Athletics were leading the Yankees, 3–1.
The
bases were full and two were out.
As Babe selected his favorite bat and
started toward the plate,
the crowd rose in a body, as if by signal.
The excitement was tremendous!
“Strike
’im out again!” pleaded the fans to Grove.
Strutting around the
pitcher’s box, it was easy to see that the big southpaw believed
he was
just going to do that.
As
the mighty batter took his position, the crowd became hysterical.
There
was a pause.
Mickey Cochrane, the A’s great catcher, crouched to give
the signal.
Grove threw one with lightning speed. Ruth swung; it was a
foul tip.
“Str—ike one!” roared the umpire. Again the signal, and the
pitch was too fast to follow.
Again, Babe took that magnificent
swing—and missed. “Stri—i-i-ke two!” was the call.
Ruth
staggered and went down. He had literally swung himself off his feet.
There was a cloud of dust as the big fellow sprawled on the ground.
The
crowd was going mad.
Finally, regaining his feet, the “Bambino” brushed
the dust off his trousers,
dried his hands, and got set for the next
pitch.
Grove delivered the ball so fast not a single fan could see it.
Babe swung—but this time he connected!
It was only a split second before
everybody seemed to realize what had happened.
That ball was never
coming back.
It disappeared over the scoreboard and cleared the houses across the street—
one of the longest hits ever recorded.
As
Babe Ruth trotted around the bases and across the plate behind the
other runners—
with what proved to be the winning run—he received a wild
ovation from the crowd.
Ruth
doffed his cap with that little smile, and the expression on his face
was exactly like the one he wore on his first two trips, when he had
gone down swinging.
Later
in the season, after the Yanks clinched the American League pennant,
Grantland Rice, interviewing the Babe, asked, “What do you do when you
get in a batting slump?”
Babe
replied: “I just keep goin’ up there and keep swingin’.
I know the old
law of averages will hold good for me the same as it does for anybody
else,
if I keep havin’ my healthy swings.
If I strike out two or three
times in a game, or fail to get a hit for a week, why should I worry?
Let the pitchers worry; they’re the guys who’re gonna have to pay for it
later on.”
This
unshakable faith in making the law of averages work for him
enabled
Babe Ruth to accept his bad breaks and failures with a smile.
This
simple philosophy had much to do with making him baseball’s greatest
slugger.
His attitude of taking both good and bad in stride made him one
of the game’s greatest heroes.
Why
is it, when we read about great athletes or men in other professions,
we are seldom told about their failures?
For example, we now read of the
amazing record of the immortal Babe Ruth,
with his total of 714 home
runs;
but another unapproached world’s record of his is carefully
buried,
and that is that he struck out more times than any other player
in history—1,330 times!
One
thousand three hundred and thirty times
he suffered the humiliation of
walking back to the bench amidst jeers and ridicule.
But he never
allowed fear or discouragement or failure to keep him down."
Nor should we. If there's work we need to do, and we fail, failure is nothing more than a stepping stone leading toward success. Celebrate each step, just as God celebrates every bit of progress we make towards Him.
I like to picture myself as a baby learning to walk, and God has His hands outstreched toward me, as I walk toward Him, falling on my butt again and again.
But He doesn't tell me to stop trying. It's always, "You can do it. Get back up and try again."
And I do.
And He's always there, with His mighty hands outstretched to me...
What do you do to overcome failure and keep going?
