The Year That Changed Him

Blessings tend to make life’s imperfections dissipate like a cloud of smoke. That is, if you let them, if you focus on them, if you realize you’re blessed. If not, you’ll end up like most people, trapped in the smoky thickness with bloodshot eyes, probably coughing and complaining, your vision clouded, lacking sufficient depth and perspective… Continue reading

Along for the Ride

The “Hello Kitty” poster was the first clue: Something was amiss. This couldn’t actually be the office of an NFL head coach, could it? Where were the pithy motivational placards about success, endurance and teamwork? Where were the ostentatious odes to football or the coach’s own achievements? And how did this girly paraphernalia make it past security? This is, after all, the NFL, which has annals filled with stories of blustering men who rule football fiefdoms like medieval lords and treat their serfs accordingly. But this particular office—a spacious suite on the second floor of the Baltimore Ravens’ headquarters in Owings Mills, Md.—sent quite a different message. On the wall, next to Hello Kitty, was a “SpongeBob SquarePants” coloring sheet. “You like that one?” says John Harbaugh, happily acknowledging a visitor’s question about his pretension-popping office décor, courtesy of his then 8-year-old daughter Alison. “That’s our TV show. We watch Read More

Uncommon Challenge