It was a nice, bright and sunny day. A small stadium was filled with athletes and their families. The upcoming 200-meter race was announced. My heart was thumping as I was one of the participants in that race. I was a bit nervous and had a lot of resentment toward my coach. There was an internal conflict that was running through my mind. The whole year of training for this race was running like a movie in my head. I was one of the girls who had won a gold medal for the school in the previous year. There were five girls in my team who got trained by the coach. The coach favoured a girl from our team throughout the year and he stated that the girl would lift a trophy under his training. Maybe the coach saw some potential in that girl. This favouritism made me feel discouraged the whole time. I was discouraged about being demotivated by the coach. The race was about to begin and I was still in a dilemma about what to do. My desire to teach a lesson to the coach took precedence over winning the race. Suddenly, I gave a resentful glare to my coach and decided not to win it. Even though I had finished the race, there was something I did not feel good about.
I was completely shattered for not winning the race. My thought was so tangled that I felt like there was no hope left for me. I felt like I hit the rock bottom and there was no way out. My parents hoped I would win the race. I was also terrified about how would my parents react when they found out the real reason why I did not win the race. My Parents noticed that I had remained silent for some days. My father gave me some time to vent out all feelings. After about a week, I had a heart to heart conversation with my parents. To my surprise, I did not get scolded for the decision I had taken and it was such a sigh of relief 🙂 . On the next day, they went to the principal’s office and had a discussion regarding the coach. After some days, there was a new coach appointed for the training.
After this failure, I started to doubt all of my decisions and became a low self-esteemed girl. From this point onwards, my parents tried to uplift me enormously. I got rock-solid support from them. My father even came to some of the training sessions to support me. It was my parents’ unconditional support and encouragement which made me work hard throughout the training. Finally, the day came when I was ready to run the race at the same stadium. Even though I won the silver medal, I didn’t feel lesser than an Olympic winner 🙂 .
My father and mother are pillars of my strength. I am blessed to have my parents as mentors. They know me from inside and always willing to help in every possible way. They always encourage me to face the hurdles and become a better and improved version of myself 🙂 . Whenever I am skeptical about some situations in life, they always give the pros and cons. And it helps me to take the right decision. In the end, this failure came to me as a blessing in disguise. It gave me true mentors for life. I really wish I can be a positive influence on my kids and become a good mentor like my parents.
This post is an emotional rollercoaster for me. Hopefully, you lovely ladies enjoy reading it. 🙂