Several weeks ago I went to Miller Park to watch the Brewers play. I was fascinated by a man in a bright yellow t-shirt standing out in the right field seating area.
The man was very animated, jumping up and down, and motioning to the crowd around him to start “the wave.” After several attempts to get everyone coordinated, a small handful of people stood up and screamed.
Then it stopped.
But the man in yellow was determined. I could see his arms flailing about.
And then it happened.
The crowd suddenly came to life, and the wave began to take shape. It started in right field and made its way all the way to third base…before it fell apart.
The man in yellow was not to be denied.
This time the wave made it all the way to home plate before dissolving.
But he didn’t give up.
With one gigantic leap, he started again and the wave exploded from right field and immediately had traction. It traveled past third base, past home plate, and completely around the stadium.
And then it did it again. And again. Three times around the entire ballpark, 40,000 people happily participating.
The next time that you think the influence of one person doesn’t matter, think of the man in yellow.
The next time that you say, “What can I do, I’m only one person?”, think of the man in yellow.
The next time that you think you can’t make a difference in the world, ask the 40,000 people at Miller Park who it was that got them to stand as one.
“I alone cannot change the world. But I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples.” – Mother Theresa
Dan Herda is an editor of theROCK.