A very long time ago I took tennis lessons from Mr. Browning. Anyone who remembers Mr. Browning knows that he was very passionate about particulars, but then, he was passionate about almost everything that I ever watched him do, whether or not it lent itself well to his particulars. He was passionate about his wife, his dog, tennis, his house and his fence (for the dog)…
Two of my friends and I worked in the summers for him, building his fence, and painting his house in return for pay – and occasionally, tennis lessons. It was my first paying job. I rarely spoke to Mr. Browning on a very personal level. I was pretty quiet then…
He was frustrated with my reply to him one day. I believe we were putting the snow tires on his little blue Honda – something that none of us did well at the time. It was one of those jobs where he was showing us how to do it, but wasn't entirely sure himself either. Later I would spend eight years changing tires for a living. Anyway, I don't recall the question or the answer that I gave, only that he had me stand up and practice looking him in the eye, speaking it to him firmly.
I was pretty shaken at the time, perhaps embarrassed. I can't remember too many of his words because I was so shaken – sort of like my wedding – I know it happened and I have the images stuck in my brain, but I have no idea what the pastor said.
I wish that I could remember Mr. Browning's words specifically, but he told me all the things that my Dad had tried to tell me too. Only, when it comes from someone who isn't your parent and the meaning is, "You have something to offer, so act like it," I knew that he wasn't just saying it 'cause you're his kid…
Mr. Browning was once a professional tennis player. I found out while working for him that he was also an engineer, former military. He was old when I knew him, retired and yet… very busy.
I admired him. I was also a little afraid of him too. In tennis, he could beat people half his age, all the while making perfect, effortless returns. Sometimes, he would tell us how he sort of toyed with them a bit – I think to test their game a bit, he was never demeaning. He could put "English" on that ball that made the opponent scramble just to touch it. He pretty much made them return the ball to where he stood just by making them have to work so hard to get to the ball – He didn't have to do much running around.
We took lessons from him as I said, a part of the work arrangement that we had. One of the first lessons was his version of the proper swing. I came in thinking that it took a lot of force, strength and the rest. But he took great pains to demonstrate that the "trick" was a rather relaxed pendulum style of swing that hardly felt like effort at all.
This was not something that I came to master in tennis, but I found later that this technique is applicable to many different sports in different ways. Baseball, golf, bowling and volleyball each have a certain motion in which the most energy is developed from the most efficient swing – not necessarily the strongest. And the good swing is the one that you hardly feel. It comes with a natural energy that drives the ball with remarkable accuracy and force.
I see it other things besides sports too. Today, I got to help some friends out getting wood. I loved it. On the one hand, it is work. But when thanked for the help, it is natural to say, "No sweat", catch myself, and laugh, "well I guess it was a little bit…" These friends are different though, than I think most friends that other people have.
I can think back to years of our helping each other out like this - the projects, the goals, the dreams and heartaches. Today, though, I was grateful to share a good day of work, and to laugh. I know that sometimes it is a difficult thing to swing – time and effort to go do something, but a day like today was one of those swings that Mr. Browning would have been proud of. Today was a perfect swing for me… I loved every minute.
So, you have something to offer! Stand up and find somewhere to use it! Somewhere around you there is somebody working their tail off when you could show them how the good swing works. Maybe you need to test your swing out a bit too? Getting the most from your swing is not always the strongest effort, but the best effort is always the most efficient swing… a natural fitting thing that nobody else can do the way you do it.
It takes a very long time to reduce these kinds of things to words. Still, some of you will read this and might know exactly what I mean.