I'm not a big sports fan (I usually just ignore that section of the newspaper ), but these Olympics have been somewhat inspiring. So, as I was reading along, I saw a column about Dan Browne, an American running in the 10,000-meter final.
Now, he knew, and everybody knew, that he didn't have any hope of winning that race, what with the overwhelmingly dominant Kenyans and Ethiopians as his competitors.
But, he decided to go for it, and took the lead, even if only for one lap (#2 out of 25), and stuck right in the pack for another 3 laps. He ended up finishing 12th, and walked away as proud as any man or woman could be.
What struck me as I was reading this was that it made me think of how we, as exJWs, often feel like we're in a race: a race to make up for lost time, a race to salvage what we can from lost families and friends, a race to reconstruct ourselves, a race to get a retirement fund.
But, as the commentator said: "Run the race. Don't let the race run you."
Craig (just doing a little Saturday morning muse here )