“When the going gets tough, the tough get going.”

I’m reminded of a time when my fourth graders were playing for the city championship. At a crucial time late in the game, one of my boys made a bad play.

During the time out he was sobbing. Knowing the absolute wrong solution was tender comfort, which would only produce more tears I yelled,

Dry up!!!”

His river of tears appeared as if they had run back into his eyes. They vanished!

I screamed “game on” more through my eyes than tongue. This was the right medicine at the right time.

There were no tears as we cut the nets down and walked away with a championship trophy.  

There was no mommy holding son’s hand, going home to cry some more.

There was no daddy telling coach, “You ruined my son’s life. You are a mean man and need to quit coaching.”

There was no crying son thinking the battles of life can’t be won.

I confess to tell you, I am not sure my Words of Hope have been touching readers’ life buttons.

Candidly, I am a home hostage to a terrible chest cold. I get into relentless cough spells, I am not on my A game.

Just for the record, in case someone comes up to you and says, “Did you know Fred Crowell died?”

A year ago someone told an NBC staff, “I heard Fred Crowell died.”  

“Gosh, I better get back to the office to see if Fred just died. I saw him earlier today. He looked well when we talked.”

Tell them Crowell is a full of life, a fighting machine eager to live life to the max. I believe if you have breath, then breathe.

It’s dry up, game on time for Freddy J!  No time for tears. No time for self-pity. I know it is useless because I have tried tears and self-pity.

With joy and gratitude, I shout with St. Jame’s solution to difficulty and hardships.

“Dear brothers and sisters, when troubles come your way considerate it an opportunity for great joy. For you know that when your faith is tested your endurance has a chance to grow so let it grow for when your endurance is full you’ll be perfect and complete needy of nothing.”