Who helps you out? Whether you’re sighted or not, with the big things or the little things, everyone needs some help sometimes. Everyone should have a John Stockton.
Okay, I realize you might not know him. He’s not really a global, pop culture icon. If you don’t remember Mr. Stockton, he’s the tenacious athlete who earned the most career assists and steals in the NBA. He’s retired, yet still holds records. He led his team by logistics, simple passes, and making 80% of his free throws. Other players described him as selfless in his assists. He passed the basketball off his long fingers, executed thousands of picks, played like an endurance athlete. In it for the long haul.
Kinda sounds like my husband, reliable and consistent, running interference with ease. He offers assistance to me constantly. “I’m here to help,” is a common phrase I hear from him. He’s swell, but he’s probably squirming under his salty exterior right now reading this.
People like my husband give me the support I need to thrive despite my vision impairment. Many of my friends and family members are likenesses of Mr. Stockton, too. I’m not an island; I realize the power of offered help and accept it thankfully. Except when I’m stubbornly independent as all of my Stocktons know well. There are times when I need to do it myself. Resilience and independence work like Karl Malone and John Stockton, better together.
So, who is the John Stockton in your life?