Jason spent countless hours training. He’d reach home exhausted and the minute his head touched the pillow, his shrill alarm clock would drive him out of bed.
That day as Jason ran his usual miles, cutting across the lush green fields and reaching the main road, he heard a frantic horn and saw a scared little boy hugging his runaway puppy. Instinctively, he bolted towards them and as he pulled them out of the way, he felt the weight of the vehicle crush his leg.
Jason spent three bitter months in the hospital and equally bitter weeks at home, his dreams of earning any medals, forever destroyed.
Then he heard the news of the greatest champion passing away. A once solid man who weakened over the years but was the symbol of strength till he died. Hearing Muhammad Ali’s words repeated in the airwaves, a wave of guilt and anticipation washed over him.
Jason spent the rest of his years help train young athletes and when one of his runner’s came home with Gold and put it around his neck, he felt the pure joy of a dream being achieved, even if it wasn’t his own.
- “We all have to take defeats in life.”
- “Don’t count the days, make the days count.”
- “Service to others is the rent you pay for your room here on Earth.”