date: Jul 4, 2008
title: fourth strike...
the umpire shouted "YOU'RE OUT!!" for the third time when i was about to reach the home base. but i kept on running, having another go. though i have had three strikes, my hopes were high up hoping that i could reach the home base in time this turn. i started my fourth run around the field. but this fourth run came up short, even before i reach the first base. the coach shouted "THAT'S NUMBER FOUR!! GET OFF THE FIELD!!". my soul has been beaten down hard, again and again and again. can i pick myself up again, one more time, and have another go. but if i do, will i end up short again and have another strike added into these four strikes i have been accumulating for six months. on my knees, i look up to my opponents. they have smiles on their faces, and suddenly i smiled too. because they are happy, and that is what i wanted more than anything else. for them to be happy makes me certain they are not hurt or demoralized. hope those smiles stay on their faces till the end. i stood up and started walking towards the bench. a slow walk with the thoughts and memories rushing in of those four unsuccessful runs. suddenly, the coach, who is like the heart in me, tells me to turn around and walk back to home base. so i find myself walking back to home base, with a new fresh start and a little more positive thinking. all that is going through my mind are hope and faith. i am standing over the home base right now, looking at the pitcher, once again. Waiting......
lets have another go, shall we...
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