1992 Clemente article SI has pulled from he vaults
Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2016 6:41 pm
http://www.si.com/vault/1992/12/28/1278 ... n-his-game
I continue to be amazed every time I read something about my personal hero. And I often learn something new. This poem left me with tears streaming down my face. Until I read this, I never knew that Clemente wrote poetry...
"Who Am I?
I am a small point in the eye of the full moon. I only need one ray of the sun to warm my face. I only need one breeze from the Alisios to refresh my soul. What else can I ask if I know that my sons really love me?"
I'm so connected. I have no idea why an 8-year old boy from Utah would become so completely enamored with Roberto. But in 1963 that connection was made. My children know I hardly ever cry, but run some highlights of Clemente playing and the tears overflow.
Reading about his many good deeds continues to influence my life and what I try to do with it. This is another wonderful tribute to a man who understood there is greatness — and happiness and joy — in just trying to be a good person.
One of my three sons sent this to me today. Read that poem again and tell me you wouldn't start blubbering too...
I continue to be amazed every time I read something about my personal hero. And I often learn something new. This poem left me with tears streaming down my face. Until I read this, I never knew that Clemente wrote poetry...
"Who Am I?
I am a small point in the eye of the full moon. I only need one ray of the sun to warm my face. I only need one breeze from the Alisios to refresh my soul. What else can I ask if I know that my sons really love me?"
I'm so connected. I have no idea why an 8-year old boy from Utah would become so completely enamored with Roberto. But in 1963 that connection was made. My children know I hardly ever cry, but run some highlights of Clemente playing and the tears overflow.
Reading about his many good deeds continues to influence my life and what I try to do with it. This is another wonderful tribute to a man who understood there is greatness — and happiness and joy — in just trying to be a good person.
One of my three sons sent this to me today. Read that poem again and tell me you wouldn't start blubbering too...