When I did play prior to my surgery, I would be envious of the fact that my teammates had family cheering them on. My mother was never able to make my games because of work and so I never got the pleasure and the feeling of encouragement that so many of my teammates were fortunate to experience. I always vowed that should I have children I would be there for as many games as I could. I never had children, but when my cousin ran track I was there cheering her on. When my brother ran track and wrestled I was there in the stands cheering for him too. I even cheered on the soccer matches for my best friends little cousin. It was as if I was making up for what I lacked in my youth. The problem is, that nothing can heal that kind of wound. It sticks with you forever. You can stay focused on it and feel the constant stinging and pain or you can accept it as another scar that makes up the person you are. I chose to accept it and move on"
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