If you feel like life is beating you up all the time. Read this, it help me for some reason!!! :-)
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Posted:Apr 8, 2006 11:06 am
Last Updated:Apr 13, 2006 7:44 pm
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QUIT! GIVE UP! YOU’RE BEATEN!”
They shout and plead, There’s just too much against you now, this time you can’t succeed. And as I start to hang my head in front of failure’s 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 ’s race, , young men; yes I remember well. Excitement, sure, but also fear; it wasn’t hard to tell.
The boy's all lined up so full of hope. Each wished to win the race. Or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place.
The parents watched from off the side, each cheering for their . Each boy hoped to show his dad that he would be the one.
The whistle blew and off they went, young hearts so filled with fire. To win, to be the hero now, was each young boy’s desire.
One boy in particular, his dad was in the crowd, Was running near the lead and thought,
“My dad will be so proud.”
As he quickly ran down the field across a shallow dip, The little boy who thought to win, just lost his step and slipped. Trying hard to catch himself, his hands flew out to brace, amoung the laughter of the crowd...
...he fell flat on his face...
Down he fell and so did his hope. He couldn’t win it now. Embarrassed, sad, he only wished to disappear somehow.
But when he fell, his dad stood up and showed his anxious face
Which to the boy so clearly said,
“Get up and run this race!”
He quickly rose, no damage done - behind a bit, that’s all, he ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall. His hope restored he ran with all his might!!!
So anxious to restore himself to catch up, he had to fight. His thoughts went faster than his legs.
He slipped and fell again.
He wished that he had quite before, with only one disgrace. I’m hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn’t evan try to race.
But, in the crowd he felt them laugh so he searched and found his DAD That steady look that said again, “Get up and run the race.”
So, he jumped up to run again. Now ten yards behind the last.
If I’m to gain those 10 yards back, I’ve got to run real fast. Exceeding everything he had, he regained eight not ten, Iv'e got to give this all I have for any hope to WIN.
Trying so hard to catch the lead...
...he slipped and fell again.
Defeat he thought. He lay there silently, a tear dropped from his eye. There’s no sense running now - Three strikes, I’m out - Why try?
The boy's will to rise had disappeared, all hope had gone away. So far behind, so error prone...
..."i'm a looser all the way!!!
"I’ve lost, so their's no use to try I’ll give up and live with my disgrace.
But then he thought about his dad and Mom, who soon he’d have to face.
“Get up,” an echo sounded low. “Get up and take your place. You are not meant for failure here, get up and run this race.”
With borrowed will, “Get up,” he thought, “You haven’t lost at all"
For his Dad had always taught him...
..."that winning is no more than this, to rise each time you fall"...
So up he rose to run again. He now had a new commit, He resolved that win or lose, 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 as though to WIN.
Three times he’d fallen stumbling, three times he’d rose again.
Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran hard to the end.
The crowed of parent's cheered the winning runner as he crossed line first place. His head held high, and proud and happy; no falling, no disgrace.
But when the fallen youngster crossed the line, 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, un-proud; You would have thought he’d won the race, to listen to the crowd.
He went up to his Mom and Dad and sadly said told his tale...
... “Im sorry dad I fear ive failed, I didn’t do so well.”...
...“TO ME YOU WON,”...
his father said, “You rose each time you fell.”
And when things seemed real dark and hard and difficult to face, The memory of that little boy -helps me in my life's race.
For all of life is like that race, with ups and down and falls, but all you have to do to win - is rise each time you fall.
“Quit!” “GIVE UP, YOU’RE BEATEN.” life hits hard in my face. But another voice within me says, “GET UP AND WIN THE RACE!”
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Posted:Apr 8, 2006 11:05 am
Last Updated:Apr 13, 2006 7:44 pm
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Hi, I have had very few sexual partners, can you help me by giving me some ways to improve a woman's entire sexual experience.
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