When I was 14, my transformation to adolescence was complete when I traded my New York Mets cap and my baseball glove for a tennis racquet and wristbands. I would hit balls every day against someone or some wall (I preferred the wall since it was easier to size up my opponent!) Though I still have yet to beat that wall, I remember the impulse to go play the game was greatest after watching a professional tennis player named Arthur Ashe on TV.. Yes, I admired his serve and volley game but there was something different about him. I loved the way he approached the game - his winning attitude even when he lost a match. There was something really gracious about him in victory and defeat. To a young boy growing up in Long Island, his lessons about life and overcoming great obstacles eventually overshadowed my admiration for his serve and volleys. I followed his life from athlete to activist to author while he dealt with heart attacks and the AIDS that eventually would take him. He was an example - MY example of how to carry yourself in this life. When I wrote “The Ace in Grace”, it was meant to be my personal tribute to a man who never knew what he was to me. It was truly a highlight of my life when the Virginia Heroes, the mentoring organization that Arthur had founded, asked to use my lyrics to “The Ace in Grace” as part of the ceremony program when they raised a statue in his honor in his hometown of Richmond Virginia on July 10, 1996. Thank You Arthur!
True heroism is remarkably sober, very undramatic.
It is not the urge to surpass all others at whatever cost,
but rather the urge to serve others at whatever price.
~~ Arthur Ashe ~~