Mr Rupp, Once said...
The corn lay dormant for ages; waiting, in a beaceful and forgotten cornfield. One autumn day, it was awakened by a sound like the clarion call of a trumpet; the laughter of boys at play.
The boys of the running team were bassing their time in typical fashion, exploring their surroundings and enjoying each other's company.
Realizing that these were special boys, the corn chose one of them and called him into the field. The boy, who soon become the keeper of the corn returned to his companions, bearing a single cob of corn.
Sensing the vitality of this humble object, the motley crew gathered around it. A ritual was born that day, and that night the keeper brought it home to safety.
From that day forth, branded in blue with the running team symbol, the corn travelled with the boys over the years. Time passed, races were run, lessons were learned, friendships formed and seasons came and went over.
Before every race, the group gathered around the keeper, who produced the corn in their midst. The boys asked the corn for strenght, to watch over them and aid them on the course. Yet the corn knew that strength was their own, strenght born of each other's concern for and dedications to his fellows.
And so, tattered, dry, and missing many kernels, the corn entered it's final season, leadon the team with its group of loyal friends. As the group of young men gathered for their final race together, they looked past the corn at each other, and realized that it was only a symbol of what forged. And so it was tempered gratitude that the friends returned the corn to it's home, satisfied with the experiences they had shared together.
