E is for Endurance

The Race

"Quit, give up, you're beaten!"

They shout at me and plead.

"There's just too much against you now.

This time you can't succeed."

And as I start to hang my head

In front of failure's face,

My downward fall is broken by

The memory of a race.

And hope refills my weakened will

As I recall that scene,

For just the thought of that short race

Rejuvenates my being.

A child's race, young boys, young men

How I remember well,

Excitement sure! But also fear.

It wasn't hard to tell.

They all lined up so full of hope

Each thought to win the race,

Or tie for 1st or if not that

At least take 2nd place.

And fathers watched from off the sides

Each cheering for his son,

And each boy hoped to show his Dad

That he would be the one.

The whistle blew and off they went

Young hearts and hopes afire

To win to be the hero there

Was each young boys desire.

And one boy in particular

Whose Dad was in the crowd

Was running near the lead and thought,

"My Dad will be so proud!"

But as he speeded down the field

Across a shallow dip,

The little boy who thought to win

Lost his step and slipped.

Trying hard to catch himself

His hands flew out to brace

And mid the laughter of the crowd

He fell flat on his face.

So down he fell and with him hope

He couldn't win it now...

Embarrassed, sad he only wished

To disappear somehow.

But as he fell his Dad stood up

And showed his anxious face

Which to the boy so clearly said:

"Get up and win the race!"

He quickly rose, no damage done,

Behind a bit, that's all

And ran with all his mind and might

To make up for his fall.

So anxious to restore himself

To catch up and to win.

His mind went faster than his legs

He slipped and fell again.

He wished that he had quit before

With only one disgrace,

"I'm hopeless as a runner now.

I shouldn't try to race."

But in the laughing crowd he searched

And found his Father's face,

That steady look that said again,

"Get up and win the race!"

So up he jumped to try again

Ten yards behind the last,

"If I'm going to gain those yards," he thought

"I've got to move real fast!"

Exerting everything he had

He regained eight or ten,

But trying so hard to catch the lead

He slipped and fell again!

Defeat! He lay there silently

A tear dropped from his eye.

"There's no sense running anymore

Three strikes; I'm out; why try!"

The will to rise had disappeared

All hope had fled away;

So far behind, so error-prone:

A loser all the way.

"I've lost so what's the use?" He thought

"I'll live with my disgrace."

But then he thought about his Dad

Who soon he'd have to face.

"Get up" an echo sounded low

"Get up and take your place,

You were not meant for failure here,

Get up and win the race!"

"With borrowed will, Get up" It said,

"You haven't lost at all,

For winning is no more than this

To rise each time you fall."

So up he rose to run once more

And with a new commit,

He resolved that win or lose

At least he wouldn't quit.

So far behind the others now

The most he'd ever been,

Still he gave it all he had

And ran as though to win.

Three times he'd fallen stumbling

Three times he rose again,

Too far behind to hope to win

He still ran to the end.

They cheered the winning runner

As he crossed the line 1st place,

Head high, and proud and happy

No falling, no disgrace.

But when the fallen youngster

Crossed the line last place,

The crowd gave him the greater cheer

For finishing the race.

And even though he came in last

With head bowed low, unproud,

You would have thought he'd won the race

To listen to the crowd.

And to his Dad he sadly said,

"I didn't do so well,"

"To me you won!" his Father said

"You rose each time you fell."

And now when things seem dark and hard

And difficult to face,

The memory of that little boy

Helps me in my race.

For all of life is like that race

With ups and downs and all,

And all you have to do to win

Is rise each time you fall.

"Quit, Give up, You're beaten."

They still shout in my face,

But another voice within me says,

"Get up and win the race."

by Dee Groberg