Blank Check – Opportunity!

What’s in your wallet?

Most of us have our driver’s license, Visa card, business cards, health/dental insurance cards, and a blank check, but a blank check in your wallet helps you out a little.

“It represents opportunity,  but not action.”

The majority of us who care are carrying around a blank check, an opportunity to impact lives, to do the work we’re capable of, to publish the art that would make a difference. The art that involves generosity, connecting with people, leading people, and ultimately art that involves giving gifts not favors.

And as every parent will eventually tell their child, “No, the world isn’t fair, and most people don’t get all the chances they deserve.”

There are barriers due to economics, to race, to stereo typing, income and to education, and they are inexcusable and must fall. But the blank check remains, now more than ever. The opportunity to step up and to fail and to continue failing until we succeed is greater now than it has ever been.

So I guess where I would take this is, you’re getting what you have always asked for. What you always asked for was, a chance to be you, a chance to do your work, a chance to lead people, “put me in the game coach”, instead of the pick me, pick me, (raise your hand) mindset that says, “if you don’t get picked you lose.”

What the blank check says is that everyone has an opportunity.

As Martin Luther King, Jr. spoke about a half a lifetime ago,

“We are now faced with the fact, my friends, that tomorrow is today. We are confronted with the fierce urgency of now. In this unfolding conundrum of life and history, there is such a thing as being too late. Procrastination is still the thief of time. Life often leaves us standing bare, naked, and dejected with a lost opportunity. The tide in the affairs of men does not remain at flood — it ebbs. We may cry out desperately for time to pause in her passage, but time is adamant to every plea and rushes on. Over the bleached bones and jumbled residues of numerous civilizations are written the pathetic words, “Too late.”