The stories are numerous. From his start at Lower Merion High School (not far from where I type this) to his years in the NBA, Kobe Bryant was a phenomena. He worked, drilled, fought, and practiced harder than his peers. He was relentless, driven, and passionate. He demanded more of himself and pushed his teammates to follow.
Today, in a helicopter crash in California, Bryant and his daughter along with six others passed away. They were traveling to a basketball game when the helicopter crashed and caught fire. There were no survivors.
Pic from the LA Times.
Story is a powerful force. We write one in our heads on a daily basis. We tell it to our loved ones. We base our identity on our stories. This can help, when the plot drives us forward, or hurt when it shackles us in place.
I’m sure many young men in the Philadelphia suburbs picked up a ball pretending they were Kobe. I saw a tweet saying, “How many of us crumple up a wad of paper and shoot it into the trash can saying ‘Kobe’ as we let go?” Carter does this all the time.
Not many are influential enough to change the lexicon of society. Sports offer hope and lessons. They teach the value of work. For every shot Kobe took in a darkened gym alone, he made many more under the lights of the NBA.
If there’s anything we can take from all this, that is the bottom line. What we do in the shadows plays out in the light. What we do alone writes our story in public. Small efforts expand in big ways.
Before he made it, Bryant could have walked away more than once. He could have stopped, hit the snooze button on the alarm and went back to bed. He lived a life where that wasn’t acceptable and reached the pinnacle of his game.
Rest well Kobe. Your legend lives on.