You Did It

Salisbury Post- August 3, 2018

One of my favorite - and least favorite - memories of middle school happened in PE class. Although I love sports, athleticism has never been my talent. 

 

  If students chose teams for kickball - or any game - I was always selected last. That  hurt. 

 

  To participate, finish, and not be noticed was usually my goal.

 

  On this day, while using the ‘not be noticed’ strategy, I donned my one-piece navy blue PE uniform as inconspicuously as possible, while in my corner of the locker room. 

 

  Then, as I walked into the gym, I realized it was ROPE CLIMBING day. Oh, what I would have given for a kickball game at that moment.

 

  Weighing in at possibly 90 pounds, and quite the weakling, my expectations for myself in this endeavor were set pretty low.  

 

   I got in line, using a strategy that had worked before - slipping toward the back, while hoping the class period would end before my turn came.

 

   I fearfully watched. I painfully waited. My turn came. This was not the first PE task that others had seen me participate in, so I felt that my rope ascension was a highly anticipated event, and everyone was planning to watch me carefully, laugh, and enjoy themselves.

 

   I did not disappoint. I went way up that rope. Well, maybe not way up. But, it felt way up to me. I looked down and was petrified. I froze. I could not move. 

 

   My problem? My hands were locked around the rope because of my fear, and I was not willing to even move them slightly to a lower part of the rope in order to begin my descent.

 

   I guess I would forever be known as the dope on the rope with no hope.

 

   Students began yelling advice to me. Trust me - people yelling advice does not help. 

 

   Coach kept patiently repeating instructions. Trust me - repeating instructions over and over does not help, either. 

 

   As class time ended, I finally had no choice. I held on and slid… all… the… way…down. 

 

   *Rope burn? Yes.

   *Pain? Yes.

   *On solid ground again? Yes.

 

   My hands were burning, as were the tears in my eyes, but I tried to pull myself together. Coach looked at me and said, “You did it.”

 

   Those three little words changed it all. 1 Thessalonians 5:11 says to comfort and build  one another up. Coach must have known that verse. 

 

   I proudly walked away, and headed to English class, where I felt like I was a pretty good writer - and could hang with the best of them.

 

  *We will not be the best at everything, but we should still give everything our best. 

  God takes care of the rest.

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