I love NASCAR. Maybe more important I love the drivers in NASCAR.
The men that risk their lives nearly every week to do what they live for, and to entertain all of us fans.
I have a favorite driver, but this is not about him; that story will be in another post later on. This is about all the men that muscle those machines around the track lap after lap.
These men have heart. They care about others; they willingly give back a portion of what they have received over their careers.
Most have foundations that give millions and millions of dollars to those that are less fortunate. They donate their time and their money to help thousands of children who struggle one way or another. Most of these children have life threatening illnesses, and these men do whatever they can to help however they can.
They have golf tournaments, bowling tournaments, poker tournaments. One driver hosts a dirt track race and dozens of his fellow drivers donate their time to participate in this race. They then donate the proceeds from these events to help these ill children. One driver helped fund a children’s hospital. They have helped build a camp for these kids.
Like I said, these men have heart.
Twelve years ago, when I first got into NASCAR, I ate, breathed, and slept the sport. I recorded and watched every show that was on TV, trying to learn as much as I possibly could.
In all of that saturation, I discovered one thing that I did not like.
Very rarely was respect shown outwardly during the National Anthem. They would talk, laugh, and leave their hats on as if it were just another song being sung; or as if they had no idea what song it was.
It soon became glaringly obvious to those watching from home, and letters to magazines and TV shows started showing up.
And the people of the sport listened.
As I watched the pre-race show in Indianapolis yesterday, I was pleased to see that the drivers, their families and teams stood at attention, hats removed, and hands over their hearts.
Now, my hat is off to all of you that listened to your fans, that realized what was happening, or not happening as the case may be, and chose to change.
Thank you, gentlemen, for showing the respect that this nation and our flag deserve.
© Drusilla Mott and https://drusillamott.wordpress.com, 2011