When you watch a superhero blockbuster movie headlined with a legendary star, you know that the internationally-recognized actor will likely triumph in the end against all odds.
Mountain peaks of insurmountable obstacles are placed before the fictionalized hero, along with hurling weapons that seem to be impenetrable against the immortalized cartoon character’s humanlike frame. Rarely but sometimes, flesh-and-blood human beings are unknowingly cast in such a movie, with millions of viewers.
A capacity crowd of 37,830 spectators, including my brother Richard and me, became such participants Sunday night, on August 5th inside a 106-year-old Fenway Park in Boston, Massachusetts. Wall-to-wall fans felt united (except for fraternal Yankee fans, who were dazed and stunned to submission awed by the sheer power of the tsunami-fied euphoria all around them).
For perspective: the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration reported that there were more than 37,000 people who died from motor vehicle crashes in 2016. Anyone who attended last night’s historic comeback in the annals of sports history has to consider that a stadium full of men, women and children; fathers, mothers, grandmothers, grandfathers, sons, daughters, grandsons and granddaughters experienced raw overflowing euphoria in a similar aggregate to those who in the past year felt such misery and death.
The first official week into my retirement from a half-century as a clergy into full-time CEO of Destination Peace was scripted by the Author of Authors. Witnessing and experiencing the greatest rivalry in sports has emboldened me to my new position as World Peace Ambassador. Just as my dear friend and mentor, Dr. Don Beck, helped end Apartheid with Nelson Mandala and F.W. deClerk through Rugby (inspiring the movie Invictus), Destination Peace will turn swords into plowshares and “cold wars” into congenial competitions through the warmth of arrangements composed with universally-infused inherent themes.