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“Everything I ever needed to know, I learned
on the basketball court..."
on the basketball court..."
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In the bottom portion of this page, Sarah mentions the bold preseason prediction she made her senior year about a State championship for her high-school basketball team.
The seeds of intrepid confidence and boldness that were already in clear evidence in her heart and soul when she was a teen, shine forth even more today. In a sense, she is the same today as she has always been—only, she is even stronger today.
Witness her fearless, cool, factual prediction to Barbara Walters recently. Sure, she said in effect, I can beat obama in the next presidential election.
She won the State championship, playing in a glory of pain and agony on a stress-fractured ankle; she will drive obama and his anti-American minions right out of the White House in '12!!
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“Game by game, week by week, our scrappy but determined team surprised everyone by piling up victories,” Sarah says.
Sound familiar?—Look at the recently-concluded 2010 election season!! Per Parva Ad Maxima!!!--Through Small Things to the Greatest Things!!!
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“Everything I ever needed to know, I learned on the basketball court. And to this day, my right ankle is a knobby and misshapen thing, a daily reminder of pushing through pain,” says Sarah.
Ah, just think if she had taken the facile and easy way out that fateful night so long ago, and had sat on the “pine,” instead of venturing forth with her wounded joint into the cauldron of conflict and contest.
Her physical ankle might look pristine and nice to the eyes of the body, but her soul, her soul would likely not possess that pellucid and puissant presence that has moved, even to tears, so many Americans who have been privileged to meet her ever since Sarah Palin Day (29 August, 2008).
Truly, in the deepest sense, who or what was more beautiful than the Son of God at about 3:00 in the afternoon of Good Friday—but not oculis corporis, not to the “eyes of the body.”
Our precious Sarah, a born mom, “conceived” and “brought forth” beauty and courage on that crucial night; crucial for her; crucial for her teammates; ultimately, crucial for her country.
Ah, ankle all misshapen--In Heaven, dear sister Sarah, thou shalt see it made again pristine, and fresh, and new, by His power (“Ecce nova facio omnia” --“Behold, I make all things new”).
And thou shalt perceive the immense, incalculable good that has come about for thy country through this particular act of fortitude and guts and courage...and through ALL the gallant acts of your intrepid, and yes, noble, in a land that has no formal “nobility,” your truly NOBLE SOUL.
Because of your injured joint, your country shall walk again in the paths and ways of Liberty...with no limp!!!
I hope this shorter format works for you guys! (Three more pages done!!)
God bless!!