OK, I know in advance how weird this next sentence sounds, but it is Truthful Thursday, and so I’m telling the truth at my own expense. Sometimes I imagine myself sitting on a hill explaining life to a martian. If I can’t make that explanation make sense to the martian, it’s too complicated, and a change has to be made. I imagined myself on the hill this morning, and nothing needs to be changed.
If a martian asks me what it’s really like to be an American, I can say that there are many Americans who don’t follow baseball, have never been to Chicago or even Illinois, and yet are full of happiness right now for other people’s joy. We cheered and routed but couldn’t exactly explain why. It is a bond of happiness that we feel when someone else reaches the top of the mountain. There’s a reason baseball is as American as apple pie because we celebrate others’ success. It’s winning in the game of life. Thank you, Chicago, for taking us along your journey and for inviting us to your table of celebration.
When you can feel happy merely because someone else reached their goal, God is smiling. God bless America!