The Real Winner

     We all love to do big things and there is one other thing that we love more. We take great pleasure  in bragging about the places that we have  seen. This is human . But today I saw something  else . Something stronger , something self less ,  someone with real great spirit.

     He was a more of a sport , a boy who played real hard. It was a foot ball game and his job, like always, was to anchor his sides victory. His name was Ganesh.

      When we reach those heights , fate works through the ugliest  of rats and the filthy plots they play to bring us down. In our champ's case it was a British bull dog. Actually , it was another boy who look and ate like one. He accidentally  got under  the skin of Ganesh and hit him hard , injuring a his leg.

      It was match time and to me it was more of an exhibition of the real Sporting spirit. He stood there  inside , with a sprained leg and an empowering rage . He played through the opponents and scored the first goal for his side. Then the injury caught the better of him. He was wise . He backed off with a smile , like he had nothing to lose. The other side went on to scored 2 more goals and win that game. But they never could match the spirit of Ganesh.

       Sport is a reflection of life. And today ,our champ taught me a great lesson. We all should hold on to that spirit and push  towards what we seek  , and with the same shine , we should to learn to let go and regret no more. Only there we see real Triumph . Never let  anyone or anything  haunt  your own spirit because it is all that you have. Be a Sport , Grow from Inside.