Crockett, Davy: (Prop n) an early American adventurer
You don’t have to be famous to make the history books.
You don’t have to be beautiful.
You don’t have to be in charge of something very important.
You don’t have to be well-dressed.
You don’t need to be the sexiest man alive.
You don’t need to be a runway model.
You are not required to write a best-seller.
You don’t have to be a victorious war hero.
David Crockett was none of these.
Although he was fairly successful as a woodsman, when he tried to branch out and run for Congress, they made fun of him and laughed him out of Washington, D.C.
He lived off the myth of his accomplishments.
Even though he was a Tennessee man, he felt rejected by his own state, and headed to Texas, to join in with an uprising, linking with a whole bunch of other fellows who were equally as confused, ignored and lonely, ending up killed at a little fort called the Alamo—which should never have been defended in the first place.
David Crockett did not die believing he was a hero or a man well-thought-of by his peers.
But as time has passed and his life, goals, attributes and tenacity have been studied.
And compared to those around him he just ended up looking damn good.
There are many people walking the Earth today who are well-known who, in a hundred years, will not be viewed quite so favorably.
So like Davy Crockett, just go out and work on what you can do.
Do it well, ignore the critics, pick your fights and die with honor.