It was the dis track meet - the noe 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 3200-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 farhter and farther behind.
The first-place runner was two laps ahead of me then 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 had lapped me twice.
When I finished, I heard a cheer - just as enthusiastic as the one I'dheard 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 some one else. I just lost a race!"
"I would never have 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 hears 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 bictories. They are measured in the struggles win, but the people who don't give up when they lose.
I dream only that someday - perhaps as a senior - I will be able to win a race with a cheer as big as the one I got when I lost that race as a freshman.
"就绪。。。设定。。。"枪取出,而且我们是走开。 其他女孩在我之前投射。 当我跌落 farhter 的时候 , 我我正在跛行而且觉得丢脸和更远的在后。
第一- 地方跑步者然后在我之前是二个重搭她越过了完成线。 "万岁"! 群众。 最大声的愉快是我曾经有在一个会上听到。
"也许我应该离开 ," 我认为我跛行在之上。"那些人不等候我完成这一个比赛"。 不知何故,虽然,我决定继续去。 在最后二个重搭的时候,我跑痛苦的而且决定不要在明年在轨道中竞争。 它不值得,即使我的脚确实痊愈。 我无法难倒了已经重叠我两次的女孩。
当我完成的时候, 我了愉快 - 的狂热就像 I'dheard一样多当第一个女孩通过了完成线的时候。" 什么是全部大约?" 我了我自己。 我回过头和,确信充足,男孩正在准备他们的比赛。"那一定是它;他们正在为男孩加油"。
我直接到一个女孩碰巧遇到我的浴室。"呜呜声,你已经得到勇气!" 她告诉我。
我,"勇气? 她为一些一定犯错我别的。 我刚刚遗失了一个比赛!"
" 我会无法已经能够完成那些二里如果我是你。 我会有摆脱在第一个重搭上。 你的脚发生了什么事? 我们正在为你加油。 你我们吗?"
我不可以相信它。 一个完全的陌生人为我已经加油 - 不因为她我赢得,但是因为她我继续去和不放弃。 突然我恢复了希望。 我决定在明年以轨道黏住。 一个女孩把我的梦存档了。
那天我学习了二件事物:
首先,一些仁慈和对人的信心对他们能有一种很棒的不同。
AND ,秒,力量和勇气不总是在奖牌和 bictories 被测量。 他们在竞争中被测量赢得, 但是不放弃的人当他们失去的时候。
我梦唯一的有一天 - 也许如一个年长者 - 我将会能够像那一个一样的大赢得有愉快的一个比赛我得到当我遗失了那一个比赛如一个新鲜人的时候。
自己在整理下..我用金山快译翻译的..不太准确你自己在整理整理吧..!