HEARTLIGHT(R) Magazine

October 16, 2008
 
TODAY'S ARTICLE 

A Little Spunk Needed?, by Rob Frazier


I was walking through the Atlanta airport, CNN blaring in the
background, headlines screaming from the news stands stocked with
magazines covered with glum faces, all the news is bad, bad, bad. You
can't help but worry and wonder what the future will hold, what your
retirement will be like, what will be left over when all the dust
settles.

Then I saw her. She was about 8 years old and a darling little girl.
She was with her mother and father and older brother. She was also on
crutches. Her legs barely made a ripple in her little jeans, obviously
withered and weak from some chromosome that came unraveled while she
was being knitted in the womb. She was happy, and swung her legs in a
strong rhythmic motion with her crutches to keep pace with her parents
and brother. She was in every way a typical 8 year-old except for her
withered extremities.

I thought that no matter where the stock market ends up, or how the
economy falls or rises, she will still be crippled. She will grow up in
a world where a pair of shorts will be a cause for people to stare.
She'll feel left out as other kids run and play at school, and she will
struggle to find a formal dress for the Homecoming dance that will
accommodate her braced legs and crutches.

It's too early to fold, and we're made of better stuff!

No matter if my 401(k) recovers or not, she will always -- always -- be
crippled. Her parents may lose their job, I might lose mine, but she
will never lose her infirmity. We may all weather this storm with
nothing more than a few fallen limbs in the yard, but her limbs will
never be whole.

It made me a little angry that we have been focused on what we lost,
not what we have. I remember Sam Walton, after the 1987 crash, when he
said that even after watching Wal-Mart stock fall by a third, he still
had the same number of shirts on the shelves as he did the day before.
That is the kind of thinking, the kind of investing, and the kind of
courage we need now. The losses are paper losses. The value is still
there in the companies the stocks represent. If we will each keep our
head in this mess, we'll work through this.

That really is what the little girl does. She marches through the
airport like she had every right to be there, withered legs and all. No
sympathy, no melancholy, just the spirit and spunk to deal with the
hand she was dealt. We need to take a deep breath and get ready to play
the game. It's too early to fold, and we're made of better stuff -- the
same kind of stuff of which that little girl is made.

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(c) 2008 Rob Frazier