“Are we surrounded by nothing or is the nothing surrounded by us?”
I ran through thistles and thorns,
Trying to find my own way.
I blew the bugle and horn,
Cause I didn’t have nothing to say.
You’re some friendly memory,
dancing upon my grave.
You’re some long, lost sin,
that I forgot to save.
When I was young, they wanted someone tested with experience.
When I became old, they wanted someone innovative and fresh.
At it again with a recorder and a pen.
New spoken word piece.
Peyton Manning was a great quarterback. One of the greatest of all time, but I don’t want to talk about his athletic abilities. I want to talk about his commitment to writing letters.
Recently I saw a video (included below) and it contains letters that Peyton wrote to his friends, teammates, coaches, parents, siblings, and fans. To say that the video moved me would be an understatement. It is a beautiful testament to one man’s thoughtfulness and love.
It got me thinking; about legacy and other things we leave behind. I want to start writing handwritten notes to the people I love and folks I want to encourage. I want to become synonymous with a kind gesture like Peyton has.
I’ve asked my friend Stephen to hold me accountable to writing letters and for the first few weeks it wasn’t going so well. But tonight, I wrote my first one. It’s to my sister and it’s simple. I don’t want to put any pressure on myself to write perfect quips, but instead, understand that it must come from my heart.
How can you show people love?
What talents or gifts can you share?
I intend to answer these questions with paper and a pen.