Thought for the day!
"Train yourself well to confront the vicissitudes that life throws up before you"
Marathon of Life
“Who do you think I am?” In 1896, after fifteen centuries, Athens renewed the Olympic Games, thus fulfilling the dream of Baron Pierre de Coubertin of France. You can imagine how proud the Greeks were to host the first modern Olympics. You can also imagine how disappointed they were at their athletes' lack of success in event after event.
The last competition was the marathon. Greece's entrant was named Louis, a shepherd without competitive background. He'd trained alone in the hills near his flock. When the race started, Louis was far back in the pack of marathoners. But as the miles passed he moved steadily up.
One by one the champions began to falter. The Frenchman dropped out in agony. The hero from the United States had to quit the race. Soon, word reached the stadium that a lone runner was approaching the arena, and the emblem of Greece was on his chest! As the excitement grew, Prince George of Greece hurried to the stadium entrance where he met Louis and ran with him to the finish line.
In the ‘marathon of life’, which university you attended, who your coaches were, which elite club you belonged to, or what your credentials were, etc. have very little bearing. All that matters would be how well you have trained yourself to confront the vicissitudes that life throws up before you.
"Train yourself well to confront the vicissitudes that life throws up before you"
Marathon of Life
“Who do you think I am?” In 1896, after fifteen centuries, Athens renewed the Olympic Games, thus fulfilling the dream of Baron Pierre de Coubertin of France. You can imagine how proud the Greeks were to host the first modern Olympics. You can also imagine how disappointed they were at their athletes' lack of success in event after event.
The last competition was the marathon. Greece's entrant was named Louis, a shepherd without competitive background. He'd trained alone in the hills near his flock. When the race started, Louis was far back in the pack of marathoners. But as the miles passed he moved steadily up.
One by one the champions began to falter. The Frenchman dropped out in agony. The hero from the United States had to quit the race. Soon, word reached the stadium that a lone runner was approaching the arena, and the emblem of Greece was on his chest! As the excitement grew, Prince George of Greece hurried to the stadium entrance where he met Louis and ran with him to the finish line.
In the ‘marathon of life’, which university you attended, who your coaches were, which elite club you belonged to, or what your credentials were, etc. have very little bearing. All that matters would be how well you have trained yourself to confront the vicissitudes that life throws up before you.
Fr Chris...
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