This is a story that was told to me, I thought I would share it.
A boy at a track running competition was the favorite to win; he took off with a very good start. Then he fell over his own feet, everyone passed him. He got back up and keeps on running working hard to make up the gap, and then he fell again. This time he stayed down longer, but he then look into the crowd and saw his fathers face, his face said "come on, get back up and win this". He got back up even more determined to win, when he was 500m from the finish and in 2nd place he put on a burst of speed and fell for a third time. This time he stayed down for a minute but he looked at his fathers face, it had a different message "Just finish the race and I will be proud of you". He got up just as the winner crossed the line and heard a big cheer for him. I started to run again though everyone had now finished, when he crossed the line, he got a bigger cheer than even the winner. His father ran out and meets him, gave him a hug and said "I am proud of you, even when it seemed there was no hope you still got up and ran"
We are all running a small race here that is all part of one big race; the big one is called life. It is not how many times we are going to fall, whether it is to SI or in another way. It is how many times are we willing to get up again to see our fathers face proud of us at the end of it all.
God Bless You All
Nat
A boy at a track running competition was the favorite to win; he took off with a very good start. Then he fell over his own feet, everyone passed him. He got back up and keeps on running working hard to make up the gap, and then he fell again. This time he stayed down longer, but he then look into the crowd and saw his fathers face, his face said "come on, get back up and win this". He got back up even more determined to win, when he was 500m from the finish and in 2nd place he put on a burst of speed and fell for a third time. This time he stayed down for a minute but he looked at his fathers face, it had a different message "Just finish the race and I will be proud of you". He got up just as the winner crossed the line and heard a big cheer for him. I started to run again though everyone had now finished, when he crossed the line, he got a bigger cheer than even the winner. His father ran out and meets him, gave him a hug and said "I am proud of you, even when it seemed there was no hope you still got up and ran"
We are all running a small race here that is all part of one big race; the big one is called life. It is not how many times we are going to fall, whether it is to SI or in another way. It is how many times are we willing to get up again to see our fathers face proud of us at the end of it all.
God Bless You All
Nat
