After a warm, dry spell of weather, today had turned cooler. Sea mist was rolling across the cricket pitch to offer some respite for the fielding side.
I turned to my friend Bob sitting beside me as he suggested we move to the back of the pavilion where he thought it maybe more comfortable…
I think I’ll sit right here, came my reply. Besides, I’m into the game and the change in conditions is sure to bring something different. I’ll stay right where I am, thanks Bob.
Bob nodded to me as he stood, pulled on his sweater and clamoured over the rows of seats behind us.
With my fidgeting friend gone, I was able to concentrate on the game before me. The weather and the change of light had brought a different bowler, the field placements were adjusted to reflect the pace and bounce … and then, with the watching spectators (Bob, myself and one or two others) enthralled, something happened.
The game gathered pace..
The new bowler wasn’t to the batsman’s liking. Now, as the man with the bat, abandoning his patience, plays an uncharacteristically hurried shot, … he’s caught behind the wicket…
The action is witnessed from ‘the gallery!’
‘Howzat!’ came the reply from Bob, now ensconced at the back of the shed, pint in hand!
Isn’t it wonderful what change can bring us?
Mother nature brings us opportunity with a little impatient action taken, both on and off the pitch. Bob has a favourable(?) refreshing new view enjoyed from the gallery and the conversation takes a turn for the better ….
There’s a quote by Mahatma Gandi:
‘You must be the change you wish to see in this world.’
Isn’t that a great lesson?
CharlieKenny.me 