Tennis star Boris Becker was at the very top of the tennis world -- yet he was on the
brink of suicide. He said, "I had won Wimbledon twice before, once as the youngest
player. I was rich. I had all the material possessions I needed ... It's the old song of
movie stars and pop stars who commit suicide. They have everything, and yet they are so
unhappy. I had no inner peace. I was a puppet on a string."
Becker is not the only one to feel that sense of emptiness. The echoes of a hollow life
pervade our culture. One doesn't have to read many contemporary biographies to find the
same frustration and disappointment. Jack Higgens, author of such successful novels and The
Eagle Has Landed, was asked what he would like to have known as a boy. His answer:
"That when you get to the top, there's nothing there."
Our Daily Bread, July 9,
On November 25, 1895, a cornerstone of ice was laid in Leadville, Colorado -- the
beginning of the largest ice palace ever built in America. In an effort to bolster the
town's sagging economy, the citizens staged a winter carnival. On New Year's Day of 1896,
the town turned out for the grand opening. The immense palace measured 450 x 320 feet. The
towers that flanked the entrance were 90 feet high. Inside was a 16,000-square-foot
skating rink. But by the end of March the palace was melting away, along with the hopes of
Leadville. The thousands of visitors had spent very little.
Today in the Word, August