Last day, I met again my teacher back in grade school. Also, he happened to be my coach in track and field. I remember him. He didn't even recognize me.
I wanted to tell him that I was one of his players in track and field. I wanted to remind him that I was the one whom he trusted to run in can't-remember-meter-dash-run, whom everyone thought will get first place while they were all cheering loudly but ended up last because I slid myself on the mud due to exhaustion, which was part of the challenge, catching my breath. He was still cheering for me to stand up and continue to run but I gave up. I wanted to remind him that I was the one whom he trusted in shot put and due to my clumsiness threw it while a referee was on the field. The referee got angry at me thinking he was lucky he hasn't been hit, while in my mind I thought he was not lucky. Maybe I know that my throw lacks strenght and will not reach his position. Nevertheless, I should have not thrown it, I wasn't paying attention. And he, my coach, got angry with my clumsiness and lectured me right there and then.
I wanted to remind him that I was that thin tall girl he trusted so much with track and field and failed him. And we'll just laugh about it. Because it is laughable now. But it wasn't during that time.
But I didn't bother reminding him. He's kinda busy talking to someone and he seems to know already that your failures today won't matter after several years. Failures don't define you, it can only redirect you.
