Thursday, July 2, 2009
Dear diary,
I was pleasantly surprised to see 4C playing bossaball today. More than pleasantly in fact.
I made sure I stayed back to watch and support them - and their performance was beyond wonders.
I saw blue tee people walking around, and I wondered how they will fare. In my heart, I told myself - as long as they did their best, I am always proud of them.
Oh my - it turned out that I ended up being more proud of them than I thought I would. Seems like a very drastic extreme from how I was upset.
I marvelled at the unity in voices - when many screamed "4C!!! 4C!!!"
I beamed with quiet pride at the sportsmanship that they tried to display.
I nodded quietly when I saw that no one blamed each other - but supported each other.
I saw that it was like a very closely knitted bunch of youths - both on court, and off that floaty thing.
I also saw the determination on the faces - the yells of triumph each time.
I also saw the shouts of encouragement throughout.
It was a fighting spirit that will be deeply etched in my mind - the never-say-no spirit.
TO FIGHT!
this attitude...oh let this be in their lives and in their studies too please
