| My friend fowarded this to me. One of those forwarded messages that I'm sure has been pass around way to many times but this makes me feel sappy... Or maybe it made my friend feel sappy and in turn I feel sappy too. Regardless I like this story. I hope I remember it and adhere to it.
Coach Paul "Bear" Bryant - Be Nice to People
At a TD Club meeting many years before his death, Coach Paul
"Bear" Bryant told the following story, which was typical of the way
he operated.
I had just been named the new head coach at Alabama and was
off in my old car down in South Alabama recruiting a prospect who was supposed
to have been a pretty good player and I was havin' trouble finding the place. Getting
hungry I spied an old cinder block building with a small sign out front that
simply said "Restaurant." I pull up, go in and every head in the place
turns to stare at me. Seems I'm the only white fella in the place. But the food
smelled good so I skip a table and go up to a cement bar and sit. A big ole man
in a tee shirt and cap comes over and says, "What do you need?" I
told him I needed lunch and what did they have today? He says, "You
probably won't like it here, today we're having chitlins, collard greens and
black eyed peas with cornbread. I'll bet you don't even know what chitlins are,
do you?"
I looked him square in the eye and said, "I'm from Arkansas , I've probably
eaten a mile of them. Sounds like I'm in the right place."
They all smiled as he left to serve me up a big plate.
When he comes back he says, "You ain't from around here
then?" And I explain I'm the new football coach up in Tuscaloosa at the University
and I'm here to find whatever that boy's name was and he says, yeah I've heard
of him, he's supposed to be pretty good. And he gives me directions to the
school so I can meet him and his coach. As I'm paying up to leave, I remember
my manners and leave a tip, not too big to be flashy, but a good one. He told
me lunch was on him, but I told him for a lunch that good, I felt I should pay.
The big man asked me if I had a photograph or something he
could hang up to show I'd been there. I was so new that I didn't have any yet.
It really wasn't that big a thing back then to be asked for, but I took a
napkin and wrote his name and address on it and told him I'd get him one.
I met the kid I was lookin' for later that afternoon and I
don't remember his name, but do remember I didn't think much of him when I met
him. I had wasted a day, or so I thought. When I got back to Tuscaloosa late that night, I took that
napkin from my shirt pocket and put it under my keys so I wouldn't forget it.
Heck, back then I was excited that anybody would want a picture of me. And the
next day we found a picture and I wrote on it, "Thanks for the best lunch
I've ever had, Paul Bear Bryant." Now let's go a whole buncha' years down
the road. Now we have black players at Alabama
and I'm back down in that part of the country scouting an offensive lineman we
sure needed. Y'all remember, (and I forget the name, but it's not important to
the story), well anyway, he's got two friends going to Auburn and he tells me
he's got his heart set on Auburn too, so I leave empty handed and go on see
some others while I'm down there. Two days later, I'm in my office in Tuscaloosa and the phone rings and it's this kid who just
turned me down, and he says, "Coach, do you still want me at Alabama ?"
And I said, "Yes, I sure do."
And he says, okay, he'll come.
And I say, "Well son, what changed your mind?"
And he said, "When my grandpa found out that I had a
chance to play for you and said no, he pitched a fit and told me I wasn't going
nowhere but Alabama
and wasn't playing for nobody but you. He thinks a lot of you and has ever since y'all met."
Well, I didn't know his granddad from Adam's housecat so I
asked him who his granddaddy was and he said, "You probly don't remember
him, but you ate in his restaurant your first year at Alabama and you sent him a picture that he's
had hung in that place ever since. That picture's his pride and joy and he
still tells everybody about the day that Bear Bryant came in and had chitlins
with him. My grandpa said that when you left there, he never expected you to
remember him or to send him that picture, but you kept your word to him and to
Grandpa, that's everything. He said you
could teach me more than football and I had to play for a man like you, so I
guess I'm going to."
I was floored. But I learned that the lessons my mama taught
me were always right. It don't cost nuthin' to be nice. It don't cost nuthin'
to do the right thing most of the time, and it costs a lot to lose your good
name by breakin' your word to someone. When I went back to sign that young man,
I looked up his Grandpa and he's still running that place, but it looks a lot
better now. And he didn't have chitlins that day, but he had some ribs that woulda'
made Dreamland proud. I made sure I posed for a lot of pictures, and don't
think I didn't leave some new ones for him, too, along with a signed football.
I made it clear to all my assistants to keep this story and these lessons in
mind when they're out on the road.
And if you don't remember anything else from me, remember
this: It really doesn't cost anything to be nice, and the rewards can be
unimaginable.
Coach Bryant was in the presence of these few gentlemen for
only minutes, and he defined himself for life, to these gentlemen, as a nice
man.
Regardless of our profession, we do define ourselves by how
we treat others, and how we behave in the presence of others, and most of the
time, we have only minutes or seconds to leave a lasting impression - we can be
rude, crude, arrogant, cantankerous, or we can be nice. Nice is always a better
choice.
I like what Stephen Grellet, French/American religious
leader (1773-1855) said, "I expect to pass through the world but once. Any
good therefore that I can do, or any kindness I can show to any creature, let
me do it now. Let me not defer it, for I shall not pass this way again."
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