When I was a kid one of my favorite people to study was Jackie Robinson. Although he played for the Dodgers, he had so much in him that I respect and admire. He was a man of conviction, bravery, and endurance. Yet, in the midst of his trials, he was not applauded-he was treated with the hate and disgust of hundreds. He never gave up though-an although he may have seen some measure of what his monumental sacrifice did, he probably couldn't have guessed he would someday be lauded as a hero and have a movie made about him. Trials are like that I think-we put our head down and push through them, without daring to look up because we can't think about anything more then the step in front of us without getting overwhelmed. But he took all those steps and made it through, and our nation can be forever grateful for that.