You have to love anyone who goes by the name of “Bubba”. Take Bubba Watson for example. He’s just one of the guys. After winning the Masters this year, he commented “I’ve never been that far in my dreams.” I found that very interesting.
Here’s a guy whose call name is Bubba. He reportedly never had a golf lesson in his life. It might be reasonable for him to think that winning the Masters was not necessarily an achievable goal. I choose to think that he did, in fact, have such dreams… but he was humble and gracious enough not to broadcast them.
I called my favorite uncles “uncle Bubba Arthur” and “uncle Bubba Junior”. Bubba is what we southerners use as an affectionate moniker.
Dreams of glory begin and are often extinguished early in life. From the earliest moments I can recall, I was influenced to dream in a positive way. My grandfather, the late Elias S. Mack, Sr., gave me a journal when I was only ten years old and told me to make a list of 500 things I wanted to do in my life. Get real! I’m ten. I don’t know 500 things.
However, that summer, his last on this earth, he mentored me to “dream.” So we went about the process of making the list of “dreams”.
He would often ask me “What do you think about?” In those days, it was mostly sports, so he suggested that I put down lofty sports goals, like playing college football and playing in the NFL or playing baseball on a major league level. None of that ever happened, but I did pursue those sports successfully on a much lower level.
He would ask me “Who inspires you?” The people I found most inspiring were the priests in St. Peter’s Catholic Church in Columbia, SC. He suggested that I take my journal to church and write down the things I found inspiring. It led me to consider the priesthood ever so briefly, but as soon as I learned about celibacy that dream went out the window.
We would look through the newspapers each day. In Lexington, SC, The State newspaper arrived in the morning, and in those days the now defunct Columbia Record was delivered in the afternoon. We would talk about people and events in the news. My grandfather was Mayor of Lexington in the late forties and his son, Eli Mack, Jr. (uncle Bubba Junior), would later serve in that some role.
So naturally, I put politics on my list. I’ll never be Governor and I’ll never be in Congress, but I would not have run for the House of Representatives had I not put Governor on the list. Mercifully, I got my clocked cleaned on my first and only attempt at elected office, eliminating that dream.
When I review, as I often do, that original journal (one of over 250 I now have), I have scratched off 487 of the original 500 things I dreamed about. No, many were not accomplishable, but I never considered getting beat in a political race as a defeat. Instead, I saw it as another great experience in my life. No, I’m not interested in repeating it.
I’ll never be a priest, but I do think I pursued motivational public speaking because I was motivated by a priest, leading me to win the South Carolina Oratorical Speech Contest in high school and later the World Championship of Public Speaking for Toastmasters International. Dreams establish goals in your life.
While Bubba Watson says “I never went that far in my dreams” I submit to you that he was simply too modest to tell us that he does dream deeply every day of his life. When he said he wanted to be a father and he learned that his wife could never produce a child, they adopted a baby. He dreams of being a loving, giving father and husband. You have to admire that.
You have to admire that golf is not the only thing in his life and that being the best father has significantly more importance than being the best on the links. You have to admire the “bubba’s” of the world.