Today is my little brother Philip's birthday! He's 10.
This weekend I have a big swim meet at the nat! I should be excited, but I'm not. This time Therese only signed me up for events on Friday and Saturday, and the one event that I really liked last time ( the 50 free ) is on Sunday! :(
So, on Friday I'm swimming the 500 free, for non-swimming people that is 20 laps. The time on the sign-up sheet thingy said 7:06:89, today I went and swam to see if I could make that time, and I'm not sure, I swam the 500 3 times, because I'm also having problems with the flip turns, that's 18 flip turns. So anyway you can pray for me that my 500 would go well.
The rest of my events: 200 free, 100 fly, 100 breast, 100 free, I'm not worried about, unless they are in a different order and I have to swim the 100 fly last, I don't think i'd be able to get my arms out of the water the last 25.
That's about all, I can't wait for Christmas break and WC! :) TTFN
Question of the day:
What's your favorite sport? - Swimming
Why? - Because I love it/ and I'm bad at every other sport! :)
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Thursday, December 02, 2004
Thursday
Thurdays are always busy! I usually go to swim-team from 5:15-6:30 because we actually swim on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but this morning I didn't go... I stayed home and studied for my Biology test, which went okay, but enough about school.
I read this story out of a Hebrew's commentary, I almost cried at the end... here it is:
Years ago a friend invited me to the kickoff luncheon for the Rose Bowl game in Pasadena where I heard a newscaster tell this story. He told of a famous football coach in the East. The coach had a player to was known for two things. The first thing he was noted for was his faithfulness at football practice. He was the first one our and the last one to leave, but he never could make the team- he just wasn't quite good enough. The second thing he was famous for was that his father often visited him on campus and they would be seen walking arm in arm across campus, very much engrossed in conversation. Everyone noticed that and thought it was wonderful. Well, one day the coach got a telegram saying that the boy's father had died. The coach was the one chosen to tell the sad news to the boy, and so he called him in and told him.The boy was greatly shaken, of course, and had to go home for the funeral. But he was present at the next game, sitting there on the bench. Then he came over to the coach and said, " Coach, this is my forth and last year, and I've never played in a game. I'm wondering if you could put me in for just a few minutes and let me play." And so the coach put him in because the boy's father had just died. To his amazement, the boy turned out to be a star! The coach had never seen anyone play a better, a more brilliant game than this boy played - so he never took him out of the game. When the game was over, the coach called the boy off to the side and said to him, " Listen, I've never seen anyone play like you played today, but up to today you were the lousiest player I've ever seen. I want an explanation. " And the boy said, " Well coach, you see, my dad was blind, and this is the first day that he ever saw me play football."
Isn't that a sad, but happy story at the same time? I really like it. That's about all I have to say.
Question of the day:
What is your favorite book of the Bible?
Why
I read this story out of a Hebrew's commentary, I almost cried at the end... here it is:
Years ago a friend invited me to the kickoff luncheon for the Rose Bowl game in Pasadena where I heard a newscaster tell this story. He told of a famous football coach in the East. The coach had a player to was known for two things. The first thing he was noted for was his faithfulness at football practice. He was the first one our and the last one to leave, but he never could make the team- he just wasn't quite good enough. The second thing he was famous for was that his father often visited him on campus and they would be seen walking arm in arm across campus, very much engrossed in conversation. Everyone noticed that and thought it was wonderful. Well, one day the coach got a telegram saying that the boy's father had died. The coach was the one chosen to tell the sad news to the boy, and so he called him in and told him.The boy was greatly shaken, of course, and had to go home for the funeral. But he was present at the next game, sitting there on the bench. Then he came over to the coach and said, " Coach, this is my forth and last year, and I've never played in a game. I'm wondering if you could put me in for just a few minutes and let me play." And so the coach put him in because the boy's father had just died. To his amazement, the boy turned out to be a star! The coach had never seen anyone play a better, a more brilliant game than this boy played - so he never took him out of the game. When the game was over, the coach called the boy off to the side and said to him, " Listen, I've never seen anyone play like you played today, but up to today you were the lousiest player I've ever seen. I want an explanation. " And the boy said, " Well coach, you see, my dad was blind, and this is the first day that he ever saw me play football."
Isn't that a sad, but happy story at the same time? I really like it. That's about all I have to say.
Question of the day:
What is your favorite book of the Bible?
Why
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