I’ve had a lot of people ask me the story behind naming “The Second Mile.” I’ve mentioned previously it was an “aha” moment at, of all places, a Texas Ranger game. Here’s what happened.
Anyone who knows me knows I like to be on time and absolutely love convenience. So going to a sporting event that has 35,000 people attending never affords me neither the pleasure of being on time nor convenience. Right off the “bat” (no pun intended), I’m frustrated.
So at a large sporting event, like a Rangers game, I shouldn’t be surprised that all the parking spots I want are filled and all the parking spots available are somewhere in the next county. That’s exactly what happened at this game. My husband and I park and start walking to the ticket booth. We walk and we walk and we walk. I ask, “How many more miles before we get there?” My husband, bless his heart, responds, “It doesn’t matter. If you can make it the first mile, you can surely make it the second.”
Voila! Birth of “The Second Mile.”
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