It is late in my New Zealand worldview, and it has been one heck of a day. It feels very easy to drift away from this screen and into another realm as the after-effects of the manic displacements of life hit the roof.
As I look on my little one who has an arm-full of cast, after falling from the sky, I begin to take in the ticking of the body clock, informing one of the deprivation of sleep – alarm bells – we rarely take notice of such. This has been some day in the iamjonnykingdom.
Yet, I am moved by a more intense idea, which is this – Motherwell – stunned silence; shattered hope; numb realities; the ending of days.
The thought that fills my mind is how much the fallen would have given to live my day, look into my future, and deal with my dilemma. On a personal level, this should remind us all about the radical nature of living out the mundane. We too easily give it away, complain of its pain, until it is gone, and our failure to grasp the gift of such a simple grace is finalised, and a future is given away to such an excuse for a fate.
It is too early and too soon to navigate too far down such a path, as the wounds are too fresh, the reality too visceral, and the future too surreal. This is the time for the rugby community of South Africa to exhibit in practice what they would love to experience in greater measures, in reality.
In my New Zealand home, we have had our own, Sonny Fai.
As a worldwide rugby community, this is the time to do more than offer heart-felt condolences, our actions must animate these words into life.
Already I have witnessed some direction in this discussion on social media platforms, and I am sure this will grow as those compelled by this tragedy respond to their beating down below.
We will talk again soon!
On this RugbyJourney, we have considered many pathways toward the maximisation of social media; but we have yet to create the right substance toward the Summit. However, as we consider their days, we are behooved to consider our own.
Time to wait and see in this context, but act out of compulsion in this other.
We still hope for something that defies!
Shooting from the Lip
Until Next Time
iamjonnyking
