I heard that one of my cricketing colleagues passed away very suddenly today. While sad at his departure, the happening reminded me of how my life is and how I approach everyday.
Just glad to wake up everyday and be enjoying life and the people around me. Some days are difficult and I struggle to muster the motivation to do things, but some sad news makes me think. I’m still here, still surviving.
And another point. I’ve been involved in cricket since the age of 8. I’m now 44. It’s been a game of great joy and sometimes, great frustration. But it has served me well. I’ve met many wonderful people. I’m good friends and acquaintances with many of them, built up much hard earned respect from people. If you’re nice to people, you do get that reciprocated.
The community spirit that typifies cricket keeps me going through some tough moments. Today’s passing of a former umpiring colleague saw so many messages of condolence from people, irrespective of the fact that the death was sudden and unexpected. There are some great people out there, and in cricket, there are so many loyal servants to the game, and to life in general.
So, even though I may have the occasional tough days, I should still be thankful that I’m still plodding along. Life is precious.