A wonderful thought and so true. May it also inspire and help you
We were losing miserably, but I wasn’t miserable. We were down 4-1 in the first half, which is the kind of score in soccer that usually makes you pray for the end of the match to hurry forward. It’s a humiliation, and I wasn’t humiliated.
In fact, I was downright buoyant! I knew we were going to come back and win. Why? Because I was on Mario’s team.
I learned soccer as a missionary at 35 years of age. Mario was a master. He plays dominant soccer. He never gives up. He fixes the problems by scolding the kids (or me). He always comes from behind. I can’t remember the time he lost.
Blogging more than jogging
In the second half, the other team wore out. We started clicking. At the end of the day, we won 8-5. I played…
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