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The music was so loud my eardrums hurt. Pop blared from the
speakers, shaking the ground. This, added to the roar of the crowd,
was too much for me to take. Stadium lights blinded me, and I felt
uneasy. I could hear my name being chanted by the eager
spectators. With my fellow competitors, I jogged over to the starting
line.
I was always a good runner, but never a good competitor.
Since young, I was always a sore loser. I hated losing. I used to train
very hard to avoid losing. Hence, I could run fast but whenever
someone outran me, I would throw a huge tantrum until my
opponent gave in and let me win. I was difficult to be around with,
especially with a big bunch of over-competitive friends who loved to
challenge each other. I was really someone whom everyone else
didnt like. That was until my dad spoke to me.
Daniel, he sighed. Why wont you be like the other kids.
Admit you lose, try again. You think no one loses in their lives?
Everyone does. So be a man! Youre a coward, Dan. He had a frown
plastered on his forehead. I was taken aback by my own dad. Wha-?
He just whacked me in the face by telling me I was a coward. My
own dad. Called me a coward. From that day on, I just kept hearing
his voice beside me. Youre a coward, Dan. I started to accept
failures and losses more open-mindedly. I wanted to be neither a
coward, nor an outcast, but someone who accepts things as they
come, like a man.
My dad changed me. It might seem dramatic to whoever is
reading this, but its the truth. Maybe it was the authoritative way it
came from his mouth, or the way he frowned at me. Words from
someone you love can sometimes change the way you behave and
think. I did not want my dad to see me as a coward.
Boom. Boom. Boom.