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♥ Friday, May 16, 2008

If you have read my post when I was in sec 1 about how I regreted taking netball as my cca, now I don't really regret it. Firstly, when I joined netball was because in primary 6, I decided for myself that in sec 1 I would take up a sport cca. I actually wanted badminton but I was scared as I was afraid it was all boys and when I had to choose a cca in sec 1, I did not really know many people. The only person I knew back then was Shahirah. She wanted to take netball and I thought why not? My sister is in netball and netball is a sport cca and also I thought I would atleast know someone. So that is how I came to join netball.


In sec 1, I wasn't doing really well for netball. I was new to the game but I know I can't use it as an excuse. I wasn't chosen to play in the school team. I was upset and dreaded coming for netball in the beginning of the year in sec 2. Later part of the year, around april, I decided that I would work hard to earn my place in the school team in sec 3. So I came for every practice. My coach said I was slightly better and that I was catching up. I was happy but I still dreaded netball and I wondered if I had made the wrong choice. My seniors only know me as lousy cause I did not make the team. Well, some of them atleast. There were some that were nice. I was asking God, did I make the wrong choice? Was I not suppose to take netball? I did not feel proud of myself. Whenever people asked me about netball, and they say I must be good. I just shook my head. If only they knew.


Finally, it came the end of years. The teacher in charge only asked the people in the school team to come back during the December school holidays to practice. I was upset. And my coach was also leaving for Australia for her son or something. Not sure. So I wasn't in the school team in sec 3. After the tournament, I came back for practice. We had a new coach. He told me that irregardless whether I was in the school team or not he will still give me an equal chance to practice and participate. This spark off a little flicker of hope in my heart.


When I first started training with the new coach, I was not used to his way of coaching and I constantly fumbled with the ball. I felt like an amateur then. While we were doing one of our drills, my passes were bad and I kept making the other players lose their ball. My coach called me aside and told me that he had to pull me out cause I was making the other players angry and that he did not want them to hate me. He pass me a ball to throw at the wall. He told me to practice my passes with the wall. I felt useless back then. So incompetent. But I told myself, like the wall I will bounce back. I'm not going to let one failure stop me from acheiving. No matter how hard life throws me at the wall I will get up again.


I continued coming for practices and there was time I felt like giving up. Why go through the pain of being ostracised. Nobody really liked me. My juniors even looked at me with contempt in their eyes. I wondered why am I still doing this. Why must I go through all this. I asked God, why.

Then, during one practice, my coach said that my passes were getting better. They were good solid pass. I felt happy. And I also made it my goal to get my coach to recognise my name cause he has been calling me " girl" .


That day finally came when we were training and after that he asked me whether I had been in the school team or not. I said no. He said I was good but I did not really believed him. He told everyone. My seniors and my juniors. I was kinda embarrassed and that was when I realised he said my name! He continued praising me afterwards and he remembered my name! I was happy! I thank God that he is able to remember my name!


Looking back and thinking back, I finally realised the "why?" to my question. It is to teach me to be humble. To teach me resilience. Cause I realised that if I was in the school team straight away, I know I would be proud. I would be the one looking with contempt at the lousier player. My nose will stick right into the air.

God wanted to teach me to be humble and not to be proud. I feel he wants to teach me resilience too! My experience in netball had taught me to get back to my feet whenever I feel overcomed with the obstacles in my life.

The lessons was tough and painful. But I came out victorious! Whether I make the school team this year or not!


I Lay every burden down, at the foot of the cross


A moment to remember!

I trade these ashes in for beauty and wear forgiveness as my crown. And I stand here before you in wide open wonder amazed at the glory of you.
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