Heavenly Shopping: To track down my dream
It was the district track meet - the one we had been training for all season. My foot
still hadn't healed from an earlier injury. As a matter of fact, I had debated whether or
not I should attend the meet. But there I was, preparing for the 3,200-meter run.
"Ready...set..." The gun popped and we were off. The other girls darted ahead of
me. I realized I was limping and felt humiliated as I fell farther and farther behind.
The first-place runner was two laps ahead of me when she crossed the finish line.
"Hooray!" shouted the crowd. It was the loudest cheer I had ever heard at a
meet.
"Maybe I should quit," I thought as I limped on. "Those people don't want
to wait for me to finish this race." Somehow, though, I decided to keep going. During
the last two laps, I ran in pain and decided not to compete in track next year. It
wouldn't be worth it, even if my foot did heal. I could never beat the girl who lapped me
twice.
When I finished, I heard a cheer - just as enthusiastic as the one I'd heard when the
first girl passed the finish line. "What was that all about?" I asked myself. I
turned around and sure enough, the boys were preparing for their race. "That must be
it; they're cheering for the boys."
I went straight to the bathroom where a girl bumped into me. "Wow, you've got
courage!" she told me.
I thought, "Courage? She must be mistaking me for someone else. I just lost a
race!"
"I would have never been able to finish those two miles if I were you. I would have
quit on the first lap. What happened to your foot? We were cheering for you. Did you hear
us?"
I couldn't believe it. A complete stranger had been cheering for me - not because she
wanted me to win, but because she wanted me to keep going and not give up. Suddenly I
regained hope. I decided to stick with track next year. One girl saved my dream.
That day I learned two things:
First, a little kindness and confidence in people can make a great difference to them.
And second, strength and courage aren't always measured in medals and victories. They are
measured in the struggles we overcome. The strongest people are not always the people who
win, but the people who don't give up when they lose.
I only dream that someday - perhaps as a senior - I will be able to win the race with a
cheer as big as the one I got when I lost the race as a freshman.
By Ashley Hodgeson