Mom, its hard day in my life, said the boy to his mother after a days hard work in his school. The boy was an athlete, trained by globally renowned coach.
Seeing the interest of the boy, and his abilities, the school has decided to hire this professional coach with a great intent to make him win the gold medal during the fore-coming national level school tournament.
A medal in the tournament will bring laurels to the school in the society. Hopes were high for the people in school as they were all waiting for the event to be held.
It was one week before the tournament, the boy was asked to give a break to his regular classes and spend time with his coach on the view of the tournament.
Having training for his physical fitness, mental strength and the activities he is to participate he was tired after working in mid hot sun.
Training hard and asked to go an extra mile every time was a bitter experience for the boy with his master. It was like an hurdle that he imagined for him self given by the coach to him.
With much feeling of hatred he was sharing his experience to his mom. Struggle, because of the extra effort, I am proud of u - said the mom to his son. Annoyed son raised questions to his mother that she too couldn't understand his personal feelings.
Additional efforts taken during training are not really struggles. The are the steps to develop your skill set quicker thereby attaining the goal more easily than others, said the mom with a passionate voice.
A deep insight went within the world of the boy which gave answers to the doubt he had in his mind. Having a clear picture the boy enjoyed his time with his coach.
Much excitement everywhere on the day of his event in the tournament. The boy remained calm with much focus on his act. Slowly and steadily he laid the steps to win the hears of the million in his school.
I made it , the boy shouted. Well done my boy said the coach. Tears of joy were everywhere around him. With great highness in his heart, and with all joyous spirit he relished the time he shared with his mom and said Hurdles... The Way I learnt the Art to its Best.
Seeing the interest of the boy, and his abilities, the school has decided to hire this professional coach with a great intent to make him win the gold medal during the fore-coming national level school tournament.
A medal in the tournament will bring laurels to the school in the society. Hopes were high for the people in school as they were all waiting for the event to be held.
It was one week before the tournament, the boy was asked to give a break to his regular classes and spend time with his coach on the view of the tournament.
Having training for his physical fitness, mental strength and the activities he is to participate he was tired after working in mid hot sun.
Training hard and asked to go an extra mile every time was a bitter experience for the boy with his master. It was like an hurdle that he imagined for him self given by the coach to him.
With much feeling of hatred he was sharing his experience to his mom. Struggle, because of the extra effort, I am proud of u - said the mom to his son. Annoyed son raised questions to his mother that she too couldn't understand his personal feelings.
Additional efforts taken during training are not really struggles. The are the steps to develop your skill set quicker thereby attaining the goal more easily than others, said the mom with a passionate voice.
A deep insight went within the world of the boy which gave answers to the doubt he had in his mind. Having a clear picture the boy enjoyed his time with his coach.
Much excitement everywhere on the day of his event in the tournament. The boy remained calm with much focus on his act. Slowly and steadily he laid the steps to win the hears of the million in his school.
I made it , the boy shouted. Well done my boy said the coach. Tears of joy were everywhere around him. With great highness in his heart, and with all joyous spirit he relished the time he shared with his mom and said Hurdles... The Way I learnt the Art to its Best.
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