Climbing the Walls

When you see a manager in the dugout you have to feel for him because he can’t swing for his players nor can he field ground balls and line drives. He is in essence held captive and can only react after the fact and although he can anticipate he can never actively be involved in what is transpiring.  

Not the case with Tripp Doherty he can lead by living example in the Schwinn we are in. We can emulate his pedal stroke and he is with us not just our witness.  I usually put my outstretched hands out to feel the energy in the room and beyond the vibration there is the palpable energy from all of us talking back to Doherty in the silent language of love and respect that we hold for him.  That would normally be an overstatement anywhere else but not here, because it is simply true. 

When he climbs the wall he’s is our illustration that anything is possible all we have to do is think it and we can scale any height any obstacle any situation.  

He leaves us after today and I will ask all of you that read this tome (I hate to say blog) to wish him well on his journey to Lake Placid and I promise you that with the help of my minions in the field to report his progress all the way on Sunday. If you have something please share it here with comments or e mail me at 

JackBriant@mac.com