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“Thank You, Brendon … How to Play Cricket Fair –As Father to Son

April 10, 2015

 

Jonny Gilling

“I Would have Failed as a Father if my Sons Grew up to be like
Australian Cricketers David Warner, Mitchell Johnson,
 James Faulkner and Brad Haddin,

intimidation ckt Grant Elliott cops a mouthful from Brad Haddin, James Faulkner and substitute Pat Cummins

To Brendon McCullum, the Black Caps and their coaching staff, I want
to say thank you.

My wife and I moved from New Zealand to Africa just under three years
ago to be the directors of an orphanage. While it was never our plan
(my idea was to devote several years to something good and then come
home and get on with my own life plan), because of the need where we
are, we ended up taking a baby into our home.

Over 14 months, one became three, three became four and four became
five. We now have five sons – two toddlers and three teenagers and for
the next decade or two we will call this red earth home.
Prior to being our sons, none of them had ever seen a game of cricket
let alone understood what an LBW was. They had never held a cricket
ball or bat in their hands or tried to, “throw the ball all funny”.
You would call this bowling.
As the World Cup has played out, my eldest sons and I have gathered
around a computer screen and watched some rather fuzzy images of games
together. They now understand the game, kind of.
While I live my life believing that all things are possible, I also
believe it is wise to seek to understand what is probable.
While it is possible, it is also highly improbable that my sons will
ever represent their nation in sports. It is unlikely that they will
become famous. It is unlikely that they will stand on a world stage in
their lifetime to showcase world class skills in, well, anything.
They are amazing young men with much promise but they have also come
from horrific backgrounds and tell stories of personal pain that no
person should ever be able to tell.
Whatever they do in life, my hope for them is that they grow up to be
men of character. I hope my sons grow up to be men of integrity. I
hope they become men who stop for those in need; men full of
compassion; men who share what they have even at great personal
expense.
I pray that they become men who live constantly in honour, respect,
generosity and perhaps most of all, humility. I hope they grow up
preferring others above themselves and live in such a way that brings
hope to the messed up nation we live in.

And this is why I wish to say thank you.

Brendon, my sons will never swing a cricket bat like you. Trent, they
will never move the ball through the air like you. Dan, they will
never defy gravity and leap high with an outstretched hand to bag an
incredible catch. Kane and Grant, they will never hit a six to win a
World Cup game.
But as each of you played your game over the past few weeks, you
played in such a way that I could point to you and, as a father
struggling to bridge many gaps for my sons, say to them: “Look,
whatever you do in life, live like that.
“If you find yourself winning, don’t gloat over those around you who
may have lost. Be free to play life hard my sons, but play fair. Play
with respect and play with honour.
“Don’t let the pursuit of winning rob you of the ability to truly see
the heart of another person. For when you come to die, those who
gather around you will be the ones whose hearts you have chosen to
see.”
The Australian team showed they have incredible skill, and I honour
them for the choices they have made and the commitment and hard work
they have shown to achieve what they have. It is a wonderful thing to
be a World Cup champion.
However, I don’t want my sons to be like them.
I don’t want them to walk past somebody else and pull on the fear of
being harmed by saying, “Get ready for a ****** broken arm.”
I don’t ever want them to be censured by any governing body for the
poor ways in which they treat people or speak to people. I never want
them to use demeaning and harmful words to, “achieve” something in
life.

Quite honestly, if they grew up to display the character and attitudes
of David Warner or Mitchell Johnson, James Faulkner and Brad Haddin as skillful as those men are, I
would feel that I have failed as a father.
The simple reality is that fame is a cheating lover. Give it a
generation or two and very few people will recall your names or your
achievements.
Perhaps the cricket die-hards will, there will no doubt be a plaque or
two somewhere acknowledging what you have achieved. But the world is
too small a place to remember the sporting deeds of many and each
generation moves on to its own heroes.
What will live on is character passed from parent to child, honour
imparted and stewarded into maturity by a community to a young one.
What will live on are the qualities that can exist in a human heart
that steward the very life of humanity.
And so I say thank you.

Thank you for taking your global stage and as a unified team,
displaying something more valuable than holding aloft a trophy.

To New Zealand cricket, keep walking the path that you have started
on. While you did not win the game, where honour and integrity are
evident, you can never fail. I believe if you continue on in this manner, the trophies will come.
I know that given the hopes you had as a team, a letter from an
unknown nobody will probably mean very little right now. However, life
has a funny way of taking what we once thought was an incredible
achievement, and with expanded and matured sight, life proves what we
thought to be incredible is actually fairly insignificant.
It is for that reason that I hope each of you go forward to live the
kind of lives where one day, perhaps months, years or decades from
now, you read this letter again and recognise how invaluable it is to
display honour, humility, character and compassion for the world to
see.

As a father seeking to reveal to them the beauty of his sons, thank you

 

 

 

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