We sat down together on some steps, but David wouldn’t look at me. “What’s the matter? You must have a simple explanation for quitting since you have poured great efforts into training,” I asked out of concern. There was a moment of silence before David spoke. “What if I am laughed at by pupils of other school?” he murmured. With a full understanding of his anxiety, I patted him on the shoulder, encouraging him to focus on his own steps instead of other competitors. He looked up into my eyes, nodding. And soon came the race.
I watched as David moved up to the starting line. The wind picked up, bringing a chill in the air. But the loud shouts and cheers filled us with warmth. The moment the raced started, David, like other runners, dashed forward at full speed. With time passing by, he fell behind due to his disease. Despite the widening distance, David didn’t lose heart; instead, he kept his normal steady pace. Eventually, he crossed the finishing line, flashing his usual toothy smile at me. His determination and perservance reminded me that nothing is impossible for a determined heart.
