Yesterday was the round 2 badminton match. Unfortunately, you had lost 3 matches in round 1. I am anxious about your every loss, while you always take it in stride. I insist that you learn your lessons from failure - you are young and don't have to always be on the learning curve you can just be, but I'm impatient and anxious, all the time.
Day before yesterday before sleeping, you remarked, "I need to somehow win tomorrow". You were supposed to play 4 matches. All singles. Match 1: you made many outs. And I screamed your name in the middle of the match. After the match, you came to me and politely said that my name calling made you nervous. I understood and avoided watching the subsequent matches because I don't want to heap it upon you.
At the end of every match, you call me up to inform your win. It's so cute. At the end of match 2, the other boys in your court (supposedly competitors) were discussing- one guy told me pointing at you, "he will get the gold". I replied, "we can't decide that now, he has to play 2 more matches. Regardless of who gets the gold, everyone playing here is gold.". He smiled. And they continued conversation among themself.
I didn't witness you playing match #3 or match #4. As I got news of your win in #4, against the aggressive player, I walked in behind the cardboard screens. You came running to me and announced your win. I walked over to your court and the two boys were stilll clapping and cheering for you. Apparently one of them is the younger brother of your aggressive opponent. He was all glee cheering your win.
Dear kutta: this is the precious lesson to remember. People may forget what you did or achieved- (I can't name Olympic winners or novel prize winners, save a few), but t they'll be drawn to your kindness and will cheer for what they are drawn towards. Be the magnet that attracts all goodness and goodwill. Emerge as the leader you were born to be.
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