Once upon a time there was a young athletic boy hungry for success, for whom winning was everything and success was measured just by winning. One day the boy was preparing himself for a running competition in his small village, himself and two other young boys to compete. A large crowd had gathered to witness the sporting spectacle and a wise old man, upon hearing about the young boy had travelled far to bear witness also.
The race commenced looking like a level heat at the finishing line but sire enough the boy dug deep and called on his determination strength and power and took the winning line and was first. The crowd was ecstatic and cheered and waved for the boy. The wise man remained still and calm expressing no sentiment The little boy however felt proud and important.
A second race was called and two young new fit boys came to challenge him. The race was started and sure enough the little boy came through and finished first once again. The crowd was ecstatic again and cheered and waved at the boy. The wise man remained still and calm again expressing no sentiment. The little boy however felt proud and important. “Another race, another race” pleaded the little boy. The wise man stepped forward and presented the boy with two new challengers, an elderly frail lady and a blind old man. “What is this?” asked the little boy. “This is no race!” he exclaimed. “Race!” said the wise man. The race was started and the boy was the only finisher, the other two challengers left at the starting line. The little boy was ecstatic, he raised his hands in delight however this time the crowd was quiet showing no sentiment to the little boy.
“What has happened? Why not to the people join my success?” he asked the wise old man. “Race again” replied the wise old man. This time finish together, all three of you should finish together he added. The little boy thought a little, and stood in between the blind man and the frail old lady and took the two challengers by hand. The little boy walked slowly, ever so slowly to the finishing line and crossed it. The crowed were ecstatic and cheered and waved at the boy.
The wise man smiled gently nodding his head. The little boy felt proud and important. “Old man, I do not understand who the crowd is cheering for.” “Which one of us three “asked the little boy. The wise old man looked into the little boy’s eyes, placing his hand on the boy’s shoulder and replied softly “For this race you have won much more than in any race you have ever run before, and for this race the crowd cheer not for any winner.”
You see in life, in your life, what are you running for? Are you hungry for success? Is winning the only measurement for you in your life? Who are you running against and if you always win against everybody, then soon the people will stop cheering for you. At the end of your life if you look back, the question is. Who was running next to you in this race? If they were weaker and old , did you help them to get across the line? Did you all finish together? Because that is the best race you could ever run. So run! Run this race called life and it is not important if you win, it is important how you run this race. Stay Blessed.
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