Carry the torch

Life is a team sport.

I have never been an athletic person. As long as I can remember I have hated any type of forced physical activity. P.E class my freshman year in college was an absolute disaster. One of those- oh, yep THAT’S WINSLOW events. 😀

I was really smart *insert eye roll here* and scheduled my P.E class for 7am Monday, Wednesday and Friday my freshman year of college.

The class was beginners badminton. Oh boy- I was BAD at it.

The teacher didn’t like me because I am neither right or left hand dominant (I can write with both)

I kept switching the racket in both hands. “USE YOUR DOMINANT SIDE!” She would yell.

To which I’d reply, “I don’t have one!”

She never believed me and assumed I was just trying to be trouble.

Well, you should seen her face when I got out of running the mile…..


Irony is truly a funny thing. The college I went to (which I shall not name at this point) was a STRICT, whacko, religious school with crazy people and crazy rules.

I remember seeing one of my fellow students, who was a notorious religous fanatic that the school rewarded and gave him WAY to much power. He was the lunchroom attendant. Let’s call him…Terrance…

SO Terrance was a jerk and wrote people up right and left for the dumbest things in the name of  “good rules and godliness.” I got in trouble one time for taking more than one cookie 😀 😀 😀   This dude was relentless and a complete self righteous jerk.

Terrance was hopping around on crutches one day and all my little, immature, freshman heart could think was, “Wow, he deserves it.”

HAAHH, the universe or karma or whatever heard me…. three days later I tore the tendon in my ankle/foot from getting it caught in the stepladder leading up to my top bunk in my dorm room.

I was supposed to run the mile that week.  I rolled up to the gym in a wheelchair. 😀

That teacher gave me a zero. I ended up just dropping the class because she wouldn’t work with me, even though I actually was injured.

I tried. Things were just out of my control.

In life, the same thing happened. I am temporarily out of the race. My health isn’t at all where I want it to be right now.

I watch my family and friends work, go to school and live.

Life is a team sport. I need help right now.

They are carrying the torch, until I can enter the race.

I like how in those sprinting races they do those runs where there’s a team of six or so and they all run like crazy until they hand the baton off to the next athlete.

I’m just waiting until it’s my turn.

I am blessed to have people running my race for me, helping me as I recover from what was almost my death. I am still in the race, but it’s not my turn to run yet.

Don’t give up.

Your turn is coming.


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