"You know I am faster than you, Tourè!” Amari screamed and laughed as she raced ahead of Tourè on her bicycle. “I’m going to catch you!” Tourè shot back as he stood up on his bike and pedaled hard. The two rascals shot up and down the sidewalks one after the other until the sun started to set as usual. They were in front of Amari’s home now ready for their departure. “I’ll see you tomorrow at school,” she opened her gate and began to roll her bike inside. It was then Tourè asked, “Are you ready for tomorrow? It’s a big day.”
Tomorrow was the day when the entire school would be in frenzy. It would be the school’s annual track and field day. On this day, the different grades battled amongst themselves for rights to say that they are the best. There was a mile race, a three-legged race, an egg and spoon race, a water balloon-tossing contest, soccer, basketball, and kickball games. Tourè and Amari were in the 3rd grade and were in the same class; therefore they’d be on the same team competing against the other 3rd graders. There were three other 3rd grade classes.
“I don’t think I am, Tourè,” Amari did not sound excited about the big day.
“Why aren’t you? Everybody loves this day. There’s something for everyone to do. It’s lots of fun.”
“Everyone, but me.” Amari replied sheepishly.
“What do you mean everyone but you? I’m sure there’s something for you. What did you do last year? And the year before that” Tourè asked.
“I did not do anything. Everyone has something they are good at to help their team win, but I do not. And I don’t want to be the reason they lose.”
Tourè laughed, “You take it too seriously.”
“You just say that because you won the egg and spoon race two years in a row,” Amari folded her arms and looked at Tourè with a type of envy.
“See that’s the thing, I did not know that I would be good at the egg and spoon race. As a matter of fact, it’s the last thing I tried because I didn’t do so well in the other competitions. I came last in the mile race. Turns out I wasn’t as fast as I thought I was. I dropped the water balloon on the first toss and couldn’t stop tripping in the three-legged race.”
“Really?” Amari was surprised.
“Mhm,” Tourè smiled and continued. “But it doesn’t matter because after trying and trying I finally found the one thing that came natural. I never gave up and I eventually found what fits for me. You can too!”
“And such is the way of one’s purpose. It starts with understanding one’s self. It will take time, trial and error. You have to stay diligent in what you believe. As diligent love for something will drive your passion and push you towards your destiny.” That is what my dad always tells me.
And with that, the lesson was learned.