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Inspirational Message : The Memory Of A Race

Whenever I try to hold my head in front of failures face, my downward fall is broken by the memory of a race.

They all lined up so full of hope, each thought to win that race or tie for first, or if not that, second place at least.

Their parents watched from off the side, each cheering for their son, and each boy hoped to show his folks that he would be the one. The Whistle blew and off they flew, like chariots of fire, to win, to be the hero there, was each young boys desire.

One boy in particular, whose dad was in the crowd, was running in the lead and thought “my dad will be so proud.”

But as he speeded down the field and crossed a shallow dip, the little boy who thought he’d win, lost his step and slipped.  Trying hard to catch himself, his arms flee everyplace, and midst the laughter of the crowd he fell flat on his face.

As he fell, his hope fell too, he couldn’t win it now. Humiliated, he just wished to disappear somehow. But as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face, which to the boy so clearly said “get up and win that race!”

He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that’s all, and ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall.  So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win, his mind went faster than his legs. He slipped and fell again.

He wished that he had quit before with only one disgrace. “I’m hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn’t try to race.”

But through the laughing crowd he searched and found his father’s face with a steady look and said again, “Get up and win that race!”

So he jumped up to try again, ten yards behind the last. “If I’m to gain those yards,” he thought, “I’ve got to run real fast!”

Exceeding everything he had, he regained eight, then 10…

but trying hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again. Defeat! He lay there silently. A tear dropped from his eye. “There’s no sense running anymore! Three strikes I’m out! Why try? I’ve lost, so what’s the use?” He thought. “I’ll live with my disgrace.” But then he thought about his dad, who soon he’d have to face. “Get up,” an echo sounded low, “you haven’t lost at all, for all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall! “

“Get up!” The echo urged on him, “get up and take your place! You were not meant for failure here! Get up and win that race!”

So up he rose to run once more, refusing to forfeit , and he resolved that win or loose, at least he wouldn’t quit. So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been, still he gave it all he had and ran like he could win. Three times he’d fallen stumbling, three times he rose again! Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end.

They cheered another boy who crossed the line and won first place, head high and proud and happy, no falling, no disgrace. But when the fallen youngster crossed the line, in last place, the crowd gave him a greater cheer for finishing the race!

And even though he came in last with his head bowed low, unproud, you would have thought he’d won the race, to listen to the crowd. And to his dad he sadly said “I didn’t do so well.”

“To me, you won,” his father said. “You rose each time you fell.”

And now when things seem dark and bleak and difficult to face, the memory of that little boy helps me in my own race. For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all. And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall. And when depression and despair shout loudly in my face, another voice within me says, “Get up and win that race!”

-Unknown Author

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