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Bear Bryant's Lesson to Live by:



At a Touchdown Club meeting many years before his  death, Coach Paul "Bear" Bryant told the following  story: 
I had just been named the new head coach at Alabama and was off in my old car down in South Alabama recruiting a  prospect who was supposed to have been a pretty good player
 and I was having' trouble finding the place.  Getting hungry I spied an old cinder block building
 with a small sign out front that simply said  "Restaurant." I pull up, go in and every head in
 the place turns to stare at me. Seems I'm the only white fella in the place. But the food smelled good so I skip a  table and go up to a cement bar and sit. A big ole man in a  tee shirt and cap comes over and says, "What do you need?"
 I told him I needed lunch and what did they have today?
He says, "You probably won't like it here,  today we're having chitlins, collared greens and black
 eyed peas with cornbread. I'll bet you don't even  know what chitlins are, do you?"(small intestines of hogs prepared as  food in the deep South)

 I looked him square in the eye and said, "I'm from Arkansas , I've probably eaten a mile of them.
 Sounds like I'm in the right place."
They all smiled as he left to serve me up a big plate.  When he comes back he says, "You ain't from around
 here then?"
I explain I'm the new football coach up in Tuscaloosa at the University and I'm here to find  whatever that boy's name was, and he says, "Yeah I've  heard of him, he's supposed to be pretty good." And he
 gives me directions to the school so I can meet him and his  coach.
 As I'm paying up to leave, I remember my manners and leave a tip, not too big to be flashy, but a good one
 and he told me lunch was on him, but I told him for a lunch that good, I felt I should pay. The big man asked me if I  had a photograph or something he could hang up to show  I'd been there. 

I was so new that I didn't have any yet. It really wasn't that big a thing back then to be asked for, but I
took a napkin and wrote his name and address on it and told  him I'd get him one.. I met the kid I was looking'
for later that afternoon and I don't remember his name, but do remember I didn't think much of him when I met
I had wasted a day, or so I thought. When I got back to Tuscaloosa late that night, I took that napkin from my
 shirt pocket and put it under my keys so I wouldn't forget it. Back then I was excited that anybody would want a picture of me. 
The next day we found a picture and I wrote on it,  "Thanks for the best lunch I've ever had."
Now let's go a whole buncha years down the road.  Now we have black players at Alabama and I'm back down in that part of the country scouting an offensive lineman we sure needed. Y'all remember, (and I forget the name, but it's not important to the story), well anyway, he's got two friends going to Auburn and he tells me he's got his heart set on Auburn too, so I leave empty handed and go on to see some others while I'm down there.
 Two days later, I'm in my office in Tuscaloosa and the phone rings and it's this kid who just turned me
 down, and he says, "Coach, do you still want me at Alabama ?"
And I said, "Yes I sure do." And he says OK, he'll come.
 And I say, "Well son, what changed your mind?"
And he said, "When my grandpa found out that I had a chance to play for you and said no, he pitched a fit and told me I wasn't going nowhere but Alabama , and wasn't playing for nobody but you. He thinks a lot
 of you and has ever since y'all met." 
Well, I didn't know his granddad from Adam's housecat so I asked him who his granddaddy was and he said,
 "You probably don't remember him, but you ate in his restaurant your first year at Alabama and you sent him a picture that he's had hung in that place ever since... 
That picture's his pride and joy and he still tells everybody about the day that Bear Bryant came in and
 had chitlins with him..."
 "My grandpa said that when you left there, he never expected you to remember him or to send him that
 picture, but you kept your word to him and to Grandpa, that's everything. He said you could teach me more than football and I had to play for a man like you, so I guess I'm going to."
I was floored.
 But I learned that the lessons my mama taught me were always right. It don't cost nuthin' to be nice. It
 don't cost nuthin' to do the right thing most of the time, and it costs a lot to lose your good name by breaking
 your word to someone. 
 When I went back to sign that boy, I looked up his Grandpa and he's still running that place, but it looks
 a lot better now; and he didn't have chitlins that day, but he had some ribs that would make Dreamland proud and I made sure I posed for a lot of pictures; and don't think I didn't leave some new ones for him, too, along with a signed football. 
I made it clear to all my assistants to keep this story and these lessons in mind when they're out on the
 road. If you remember anything else from me, remember this. It really doesn't cost anything to be nice, and
 the rewards can be unimaginable. ~ Coach Paul
 "Bear" Bryant           
Editor's Note: I wish I knew who shared this with all of the rest of us.  The editor wrote:
Coach Bryant was in the presence of  these few gentlemen for only minutes, and he defined himself
 for life. Regardless of our profession, we do define  ourselves by how we treat others, and how we behave in the  presence of others, and most of the time, we have only  minutes or seconds to leave a lasting impression... We can  be rude, crude, arrogant, cantankerous, or we can be nice.  Nice is always a better choice.

"I expect to pass through the world but once. Any
 good therefore that I can do, or any kindness I can show to
 any creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer it, for I
shall not pass this way again."