Eye Of The Tiger

I haven’t been to Disneyland in over 20 years. I have nothing against the happiest place on earth. I just lost my desire to visit theme parks after high school. My 7th grade class once took a field trip there and I came across two strange machines. One of them stretched out a penny and imprinted Disney-related words and images on it for a souvenir. Of course, you had to provide the penny and pay a fee. As a little kid, I used to throw away pennies that were on the floor when my mother made me help with the housecleaning. As a 7th grader, the idea of paying to have my money destroyed did not present a temptation. The second machine tested your willingness to endure pain. You had to place each hand on metal handles that delivered a constant electrical shock. If you could grasp the metal handles long enough, despite an increasing shock, you won this arcade game. As a 7th grader, the idea of paying for pain was quite enticing. I watched a classmate play and win. I wanted to see if I could win but fear prevented me from trying.

Three years passed before I returned to Disneyland. I was very surprised to see the exact same two machines. I still did not care about the one that destroyed pennies. However, I resolved to play the arcade game. Fear whispered in my ear but I ignored it. If my 7th grade classmate could win the game, then this should be easy for me to do three years later. I inserted my coins and grabbed those metal handles. As soon as I felt the pain, I retracted my hands as fast as I could. A lady was watching nearby and laughed at me. I felt like a wimp. It took me years to realize that I was not a wimp because I did not subject myself to that arcade game’s electrical shock. A warrior will do the right thing despite pain and even death. There was nothing significant about winning an asinine arcade game. I would probably lose again if I played it today. This does not matter. What matters is that I am willing to undergo pain and even death for the right reasons. I know that I am. I have the eye of the tiger. Survivor’s Eye Of The Tiger (1982) taught me what this means. Make sure that you know for yourself.


What A Shame

All of us are great when we come into this world.

Only a few of us are great when we leave it.