
All ten of them were from the neighborhood and each one was special. They were my group
of seven- and eight-year olds and my job was to mold them into a basketball team.
The primary idea was to have fun while learning the fundamentals of the game. The
importance of winning was to be downplayed, while teamwork and good sportsmanship were
emphasized. As could be expected, the kids handled these concepts better than most of the
adults.
It was a great group of kids ... bright, eager to learn, well disciplined and very
coachable. All except one. All except Howie.
Howies mother had passed away just a year earlier and the loss had taken its toll on
the little guy. He had become subdued, shy, almost backward. His father had signed him up
for basketball hoping that it would help Howie make friends while building up his
self-esteem and confidence.
But it wasnt working. You see, every time Howie got the ball, he froze. He just
stood there like a marble statue. Fans and players alike would exhort him to do something
with the ball ... pass it, shoot it, go for it Howie
they would yell, but to no avail. Ultimately, one of his teammates would grab the ball out
of his hands and continue the play.
One night after practice, I drove Howie home so we could talk one-on-one. We discussed how
well the team was doing and he told me he enjoyed being a part of it all. Finally, it was
time to get to the heart of the matter.
Why do you think you have a hard time passing the ball when it comes to you? I
asked.
Because Im afraid Ill pass it to the wrong person, he answered.
And why dont you ever shoot the ball? I continued.
Because I might miss, he said, and I dont want everybody to be mad
at me because I made a mistake. I dont want to look dumb.
As we rode in the car that night, I asked Howie who he thought was the best player on the
team. He quickly selected Chris as our top player and added that he wished he could be
like Chris.
Does Chris make every shot he attempts?
Most of them, Howie responded.
Have you ever seen Chris make a bad pass or any other mistake? I continued.
Sometimes, he answered.
But you dont remember his mistakes, do you? You remember the baskets he
made.
We rode the rest of the way in silence, with Howie pondering my point and me
congratulating myself on reaching him. Now I thought, things would be
different.
And they were. He did finally start shooting and passing ... and making mistakes. I would
like to tell you that he became a great star, but I cant. He was a terrible
basketball player and never showed much improvement.
The business world has a lot of Howies in itpeople who are so afraid of making the
wrong decision that they make no decision at all. They dont play to win, but to
avoid losing or looking bad.
The better a person is, the more mistakes they will make, for the more new things
they will try, says management consultant Peter Drucker. I would never promote
a person into a top level job who was not making mistakes ... otherwise they are sure to
be mediocre.
No one enjoys making a mistake but failure is usually the price of improvement. And quite
often, the one thing that keeps many of us from success is that fear of failure.
After nearly 15 years, I bumped into Howie and to my surprise, he had become a very
successful architect. Mr. Howie, your highness, sir, what led you to become an
architect? I asked. After a 23-minute pause, Howie answered.
Well, coach, you really taught me well. I finally found a game Im good at. I
never have to make any decisions, nothing is ever my fault, and best of all, there are no
referees.
Go for it, Howie!
USG
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