Gil Meche, Kansas City Royals’ pitcher, decided to retire at the age of 32. He will not collect his $12 million salary for 2011.
The New York Times:
“When I signed my contract, my main goal was to earn it,” Meche said this week, by phone from Lafayette, La. “Once I started to realize I wasn’t earning my money, I felt bad. I was making a crazy amount of money for not even pitching. Honestly, I didn’t feel like I deserved it. I didn’t want to have those feelings again.”
“This isn’t about being a hero — that’s not even close to what it’s about,” Meche said this week. “It’s just me getting back to a point in my life where I’m comfortable. Making that amount of money from a team that’s already given me over $40 million for my life and for my kids, it just wasn’t the right thing to do.”
Meche knew he had none left, and he would not pretend otherwise. He said his dream in baseball was always simple — to pitch as long as he could — and now that he has achieved it, he needs nothing more.
Would you walk away from $12 million? I wonder.
What is striking about Meche’s decision is what he said above. For him he has lived his dream to be a baseball pitcher. Now, it is time for him to get back to life and spend time with his children.
Spending time with one’s children is an opportunity which should be cherished. What your children will remember about you after your cosmic essence has escaped the confines of earth is not what your job was, but what kind of father or mother you were? Did you love your children? Did you play with them? Read to them? Attend their many activities from kindergarten to senior year?
Did you laugh with them? Cry with them? Listen to them?
Ponderings on this 27th day of January…
G. D. Williams © 2011
Perhaps, Frank Sinatra’s My Way is the appropriate song for this post.
Gil Meche is doing it his way.