Please READ THIS for THOSE WHO REALLY want to SUCCEED in their LIFE!!! Quit, give up, youre beaten! They shout at me and plead. Theres just too much against you now. This time you cant succeed. And as I start to hang my head In front of failures face, My downward fall is broken by The memory of a race. And hope refills my weakened will As I recall that scene, For just the thought of that short race Rejuvenates my being. A childs race, young boys, young men How I remember well, Excitement sure! But also fear. It wasnt hard to tell. They all lined up so full of hope Each thought to win the race, Or tie for 1st or if not that At least take 2nd place. And fathers watched from off the sides Each cheering for his son, And each boy hoped to show his Dad That he would be the one. The whistle blew and off they went Young hearts and hopes afire To win to be the hero there Was each young boys desire. And one boy in particular Whose Dad was in the crowd Was running near the lead and thought, My Dad will be so proud! But as he speeded down the field Across a shallow dip, The little boy who thought to win Lost his step and slipped. Trying hard to catch himself His hands flew out to brace And mid the laughter of the crowd He fell flat on his face. So down he fell and with him hope He couldnt win it now... Embarrassed, sad he only 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 the race! He quickly rose, no damage done, Behind a bit, thats 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, Im hopeless as a runner now. I shouldnt try to race. But in the laughing crowd he searched And found his Fathers face, That steady look that said again, Get up and win the race! So up he jumped to try again Ten yards behind the last, If Im going to gain those yards, he thought Ive got to move real fast! Exerting everything he had He regained eight or ten, But trying so hard to catch the lead He slipped and fell again! Defeat! He lay there silently A tear dropped from his eye. Theres no sense running anymore Three strikes; Im out; why try! The will to rise had disappeared All hope had fled away; So far behind, so error-prone: A loser all the way. Ive lost so whats the use? He thought Ill live with my disgrace. But then he thought about his Dad Who soon hed have to face. Get up an echo sounded low Get up and take your place, You were not meant for failure here, Get up and win the race! With borrowed will, Get up It said, You havent lost at all, For winning is no more than this To rise each time you fall. So up he rose to run once more And with a new commit, He resolved that win or lose At least he wouldnt quit. So far behind the others now The most hed ever been, Still he gave it all he had And ran as though to win. Three times hed fallen stumbling Three times he rose again, Too far behind to hope to win He still ran to the end. They cheered the winning runner As he crossed the line 1st place, Head high, and proud and happy No falling, no disgrace. But when the fallen youngster Crossed the line last place, The crowd gave him the greater cheer For finishing the race. And even though he came in last With head bowed low, unproud, You would have thought hed won the race To listen to the crowd. And to his Dad he sadly said, I didnt do so well, To me you won! his Father said You rose each time you fell. And now when things seem dark and hard And difficult to face, The memory of that little boy Helps me in my 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. Quit, Give up, Youre beaten. They still shout in my face, But another voice within me says, Get up and win the race.
Posted on: Mon, 27 Jan 2014 03:46:45 +0000
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