It was a special day. An athletic meeting was held at my little son's elementary school. On top of that, he was elected as one of the members for a 100-meter relay on behalf of his class. My son is really athletic and very good at any kind of sports, except for swimming.I was excited, but an emergency call woke me up at 3 am. I went to my hospital to treat my inpatient. It was lucky for me to go back home around 8 in the morning because I thought I was able to attend the sport festival, which was supposed to start at 9 am.
It was 8:30, however, that I had a second emergency call form the hospital. There was no other way but to give up the athletic meet since it takes at least an hour to get to my hospital.
Lucky enough again, I come back home just before noon. I headed to the elementary school, in a hurry, because I knew that my son was about to start the race around noon. No sooner had I arrived there than I saw my son being ready for the race.
The race started several minutes after I got there. His team's first runner was not as fast as others. He got the baton in the last position. My little son ran with his best efforts, as shown the image above. I shouted, "GO FOR IT!" He overtook some rivals and passed the yellow baton to the next runner almost in the top place.
His team finally came to the last or second last but I do not care about it. It is not the result that matters. No doubt, the process is way much more important. I was very proud of my son and his team. Also, I was satisfied with myself not only because I am his father but also because I did not turn my back to my patients.
Anyway, it was a tough day to me and I will never, ever forget the day.