Designed by our monitor, we has a story telling contest at the class meeting. All of us were very active, and everybody said that the most touching story was the one told by Zhang Hua, which won the first prize and made the meeting more meaningful. So, here, I would like to share:
Not long ago, my friends encouraged me to try a 150-mile ride trip, an annual event that raised money for the poor children in the far-away mountains.
When I registered, the idea seemed excellent-to support a worthy cause while riding for a long distance. The ride began in the morning, and for the first few hours, I felt wonderful. But by the end of the day, I felt tired and bored.
Every excuse my brain pushed out seemed to travel right down to my legs. “I can’t handle this,” and “everyone else is a better rider” were translated into shortness of breath. I was sure I’d have to quit.
Then I noticed that the lone rider in front of me looked different in some way. But she was too far away for me to tell why. So I pushed myself to catch up. There she was riding alone slowly but steadily, with a slight and determined smile on her face-and she has only one leg.
My focus changed at that moment, For a whole day I’d been doubting my body, but now I knew it was the will that would help me reach my goal.