It was 70 years ago today that Lou Gehrig moved from being a Yankee hero to being a Great American Hero. Crippled by disease, his stellar career cut cruelly short, he displayed heartbreaking grace and courage as he said goodbye to public life at the age of 36.
"Fans, for the past two weeks you have been reading about the bad break I got. Yet today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of this earth. I have been in ballparks for seventeen years and have never received anything but kindness and encouragement from you fans.
"When the New York Giants, a team you would give your right arm to beat, and vice versa, sends you a gift - that's something. When everybody down to the groundskeepers and those boys in white coats remember you with trophies - that's something. When you have a wonderful mother-in-law who takes sides with you in squabbles with her own daughter - that's something. When you have a father and a mother who work all their lives so you can have an education and build your body - it's a blessing. When you have a wife who has been a tower of strength and shown more courage than you dreamed existed - that's the finest I know.
"So I close in saying that I may have had a tough break, but I have an awful lot to live for."
He was dead two years later.
For more than 50 years, Lou Gehrig held the record for homeruns by a first baseman.* Before he became ill, he had played in 2,130 consecutive games, earning him the name "The Iron Horse." To show how insidious ALS is, during those 2,130 games he suffered more than a dozen fractures in hands. Broken bones couldn't stop him, but ALS did. Still, he felt he had "an awful lot to live for."
Lou Gehrig was the first major league ballplayer to ever have his jersey (Yankees #4) retired. It's easy to argue that no one has ever deserved it more.
70 years later, ALS is still incurable, still costing citizens their lives. Today, as we celebrate what's best about America, I don't think it would be inappropriate to honor Lou Gehrig with a contribution to The ALS Association. Because with courage, talent, sportsmanship and grace, Lou Gehrig personified the best of us. Reread his words, and I'm sure you'll agree. (Don't assume that you can't afford to really make a difference; in this rough economy, charities have been hit hard and any donation is most welcome.)
*Rumor has it that, if it weren't for steroids, that record would still stand.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
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What a horrible disease. I donated what little I could.
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