Once upon a time there was a young athletic boy hungry for
success for whom winning was everything and success was measured just by
winning. One day the boy was preparing
himself for a running competition in his small village himself into other young
boys to compete. A large crowd had gathered to witness the sporting spectacle
and a wise old man upon hearing of the little boy had traveled far to bear
witness also. The race commenced looking like a level heat at the finishing
liner, but sure enough the boy dug deep and called on his determination,
Strength and power he took the winning line and was first. The crowd was
ecstatic and cheered and waved at the boy. The wise man remains still calm
expressing no sentiment. The little boy however felt proud and important
A second race was
called and two new young fit challengers came forward to run with the little
boy. The race was started and sure enough the little boy came through and
finished first once again. The crowd was ecstatic again cheered and waved at
the boy. The wise man remains still calm again expressing no sentiment. The
little boy however felt proud and important another race, another race pleaded
the little boy.
The wise old man
stepped forward and presented the little boy with 2 new challengers an elderly
frail lady and a blind man. “What is this” quiz the little boy, this is no race
he exclaimed. ‘Race’ said the wise man the race was started and the boy was the
only finisher the other two Challengers left standing at the starting line. The
little boy was ecstatic. He raised his arms in delight the crowd however in
silent showing no sentiment toward the little boy
What has happened? Why not to the people join in My Success?
He asked the wise old man. ‘Race again’ replied the wise man, “this time finish
together all three of you finish together”. Continue the wise man. The little
boy thought a little stood in the middle of the blind man and the frail old
lady and then took the two Challengers by the hand the race began and the
little boy walked slowly ever so slowly to the finishing line and crossed it.
The crowd was ecstatic and cheered and waved at the boy.
The wise man smiled gently nodding his head. The little boy
felt proud and important “old man do not understand who was the crowd cheering
for which won of us three” asked the little boy. The wise old man looked into
the little boy's eyes placing his hands on the boys shoulders and replied
softly “little boy for this race you have won much more than in any race you
have ever ran before and for this race the crowd cheer not for any winner.
You see in life in your life. What are you running for? Are
you hungry for success? Is winning the only measurement for you in your life,
who are you running against and if you always win against everybody but soon
the people will stop cheering for you. At the end of your life if you look back
the question is who was running next to you in this race if they were weaker,
an old did you help them to get across the line? Did you all? Because that is
the best race you can never run so run this race called life, but don't
forget it is not important if you win it is important how you run this race.
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