I am an old hockey stick.
At one time I was a favorite stick, used in big games to score important goals.
But now my flex is gone and my blade is cracked.
But I am still valuable. There are still many important jobs I can do.
I can be used to pry open new doors to go through, and prop them open as you transcend through.
I can be used to beat sense into those that refuse to understand the position you are taking.
Stick me in the dirt and use me to prop up ailing seedlings to help them grow healthy and strong, providing stability until they can stand on their own.
Or you can sit me in a corner of the garage, and merely look at me to remember days of greater glories.
But if I had my choice, I would rather be taped back up, and used to score more goals.