Ben, remember the morning of June 12, 2006? You thought you'd take a fun, free-spirited drive on your motorcycle. Did you, perhaps, leave that morning forgetting to read the instruction manual, urging you to wear a helmet and carry a permit at all times? Or, like many of us, did you feel that there was no time to read the instructions? Or, understandably, did you feel that your skills were superior to the skills required for the average driver and, therefore, the instructions didn't apply to you?
I remember that morning, Ben. I remember a hushed silence over the city, over the entire Steeler Nation. I remember praying for your recovery. I remember Pittsburgh praying for you, Ben, gathering at vigils.
Now, you find yourself in an even more career-threatening position. This time, I'm sorry to say, there's not a lot of sympathy for you. What to do, Ben?
Your designer was generous. He even gave you an instruction manual, the Bible. The rules are there. Take the time to read them, embed them in your heart and, importantly, know that they apply to even you. Read the instructions, pray and wait patiently and quietly for answers to the questions that are haunting you. I'll be praying, too, Ben.