Don't Cost Nuthin' To Be Nice
At a Touchdown Club meeting many years before his death, Coach Paul
"Bear" Bryant told the following story:
I had just been named the new head coach at Alabama and was off in my old
car down in South Alabama recruiting a prospect who was supposed to have
been a pretty good player and I was havin' trouble finding the place.
Getting hungry I spied an old cinder block building with a small sign out
front that simply said "Restaurant."
I pull up, go in and every head in the place turns to stare at me. Seems
I'm the only white fella in the place. But the food smelled good so I
skip a table and go up to a cement bar and sit. A big ole man in a tee
shirt and cap comes over and says, "What do you need?" I told him I
needed lunch and what did they have today? He says, "You probably won't
like it here, today we're having chitlins, collared greens and black eyed
peas with cornbread. I'll bet you don't even know what chitlins (small
intestines of hogs prepared as food in the deep South) are, do you?" I
Looked him square in the eye and said, "I'm from Arkansas, I've probably
eaten a mile of them. Sounds like I'm in the right place." They all
smiled as he left to serve me up a big plate. When he comes back he says,
"You ain't from around here then?" I explain I'm the new football coach up
in Tuscaloosa at the University and I'm here to find whatever that boy's
name was and he says, yeah I've heard of him, he's supposed to be pretty good.
And he gives me directions to the school so I can meet him and his coach.
As I'm paying up to leave, I remember my manners and leave a tip, not too
big to be flashy, but a good one and he told me lunch was on him, but I
told him for a lunch that good, I felt I should pay. The big man asked me if I
had a photograph or something he could hang up to show I'd been there. I was
so new that I didn't have any yet. It really wasn't that big a thing back then
to be asked for, but I took a napkin and wrote his name and address on it
and told him I'd get him one.
I met the kid I was lookin' for later that afternoon and I don't remember
his name, but do remember I didn't think much of him when I met him. I had
wasted a day, or so I thought.
When I got back to Tuscaloosa late that night, I took that napkin from my
shirt pocket and put it under my keys so I wouldn't forget it. Back then
I was excited that anybody would want a picture of me. The next day we
found a picture and I wrote on it, "Thanks for the best lunch I've ever had."
Now let's go a whole buncha years down the road. Now we have black
players at Alabama and I'm back down in that part of the country scouting
an offensive lineman we sure needed. Y'all remember, (and I forget the
name, but it's not important to the story), well anyway, he's got two
friends going to Auburn and he tells me he's got his heart set on Auburn
too, so I leave empty handed and go on to see some others while I'm down
there.
Two days later, I'm in my office in Tuscaloosa and the phone rings and
it's this kid who just turned me down, and he says, "Coach, do you still want
me at Alabama ?" And I said, "Yes I sure do." And he says OK, he'll
come. And I say, "Well son, what changed your mind?" And he said, "When
my grandpa found out that I had a chance to play for you and said no, he
pitched a fit and told me I wasn't going nowhere but Alabama, and wasn't
playing for nobody but you. He thinks a lot of you and has ever since
y'all met." Well, I didn't know his granddad from Adam's housecat so I asked
him who his granddaddy was and he said, "You probably don't remember him,
but you ate in his restaurant your first year at Alabama and you sent him
a picture that he's had hung in that place ever since. That picture's his
pride and joy and he still tells everybody about the day that Bear Bryant
came in and had chitlins with him."
"My grandpa said that when you left there, he never expected you to
remember him or to send him that picture, but you kept your word to him
and to Grandpa, that's everything. He said you could teach me more than
football and I had to play for a man like you, so I guess I'm going to."
I was floored. But I learned that the lessons my mama taught me were
always right. It don't cost nuthin' to be nice. It don't cost nuthin' to
do the right thing most of the time, and it costs a lot to lose your good
name by breakin' your word to someone. When I went back to sign that boy, I looked up his Grandpa and he's
still running that place, but it looks a lot better now; and he didn't have
chitlins that day, but he had some ribs that woulda made Dreamland proud
and I made sure I posed for a lot of pictures; and don't think I didn't
leave some new ones for him, too, along with a signed football.
I made it clear to all my assistants to keep this story and these lessons
in mind when they're out on the road. If you remember anything else from
me, remember this. It really doesn't cost anything to be nice, and the
rewards can be unimaginable.
Coach Paul "Bear" Bryant
/Editor's Note: Coach Bryant was in the presence of these few gentlemen
for only minutes, and he defined himself for life. Regardless of our
profession, we do define ourselves by how we treat others, and how we
behave in the presence of others, and most of the time, we have only
minutes or seconds to leave a lasting impression. We can be rude, crude,
arrogant, cantankerous, or we can be nice. Nice is always a better
choice. I like what Stephen Grellet, French/American religious leader
(1773-1855) said, "I expect to pass through the world but once. Any good
therefore that I can do, or any kindness I can show to any creature, let
me do it now. Let me not defer it, for I shall not pass this way again."
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