the race

7/18/2019 THE RACE

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We are all both participants and spectators.

We make mistakes and we fall along the way.

And we hope others will allow us to get up, even help us to get up.

At the same time, we need to allow and to help others to get up too.

THE RAE

!

"ive up, you#re beatenThey shout at me and plead.

$There#s %ust too much against you now.This time you can#t succeed.&

And as ! start to hang my head

!n front of failure#s face,

'y downward fall is broken byThe memory of a race

And hope refills my weakened will

As ! recall that scene(

)or %ust the thought of that short race

Re%uvenates my being

!!

A children#s race * young boys, young men

How ! remember well

E+citement, sure -ut also fear(

!t wasn#t hard to tell

They all lined up so full of hope

Each thought to win that racer tie for first, or if not that,

At least take second place

And fathers watched from off the side

Each cheering for his son.And each boy hoped to show his dad

That he would be the one.

The whistle blew and off they went

/oung hearts and hopes afire

To win and be the here there

Was each young boy#s desire

And one boy in particular

Whose dad was in the crowd

Was running in the lead and thought(

$'y dad will be so proud&

-ut as they speeded down the field

Across a shallow dipThe little who thought to win

0ost his step and slippedTrying hard to catch himself

His hands flew out to brace.

Amid the laughter of the crowd

He fell flat on his face1o down he fell and with him hope

He couldn#t win it now

Embarrassed, sad, he only wished

To disappear somehow

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-ut as he fell his dad stood up

And showed his an+ious face,

Which to the little boy so clearly said(

$"et up and win the race.&

He 2uickly rose, no damage done,

-ehind a bit, that#s all

And ran with all his mind and might

To make up for his fall

1o an+ious to restore himself To catch up and to win

His mind went faster than his legs(He slipped and fell again

He wished then he had 2uit before

With only one disgrace3

$!#m hopeless as a runner now3! shouldn#t try to race.&

-ut in the laughing crowd he searched

And found his father#s face3

That steady look which said again(

$"et up and win the race&

1o up he %umped to try againTen yards behind the last

$!f !#m to gain those yards,& he thought,

$!#ve got to move real fast.&

E+erting everything he had

He regained eight or ten,

-ut trying so hard to catch the lead

He slipped and fell again

4efeat, he lied there silentlyA tear dropped from his eye

$There#s no sense running anymore(

Three strikes( !#m out Why try&

The will to rise had disappeared(All hope had fled away3

1o far behind, so error5prone3

A loser all the way

$!#ve lost, so what#s the use,& he thought

$!#ll live with my disgrace.&

-ut when he thought about his dad

Who#d soon he#d have to face

$"et up,& an echo sounded low

$"et up and take your place(

/ou were not meant for failure here.

"et up and win the race.&

$With borrowed will get up,& it said,$/ou haven#t lost at all.

For winning is no more than this;

To rise each time you fall.”

1o up he rose to run once more,

And with a new commit

He resolved that win or loseAt least he wouldn#t 2uit.

The most he#d ever been

1till he gave it all he had

And ran as though to win

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Three times he#d fallen, stumbling3

Three times he rose again3

Too far behind to hope to win

He still ran to the end

They cheered the winning runner

As he crossed the line first place

Head high, and proud, and happy3

6o falling, no disgrace

-ut when the fallen youngster rossed the line last place,

The crowd gave him the greater cheer,)or finishing the race

And even though he came in last

With head bowed low, unproud,

/ou would#ve thought he#d won the raceTo listen to the crowd.

And to his dad he sadly say

$! didn#t do too well.&

$To me, you won,& his father said.

$/ou rose each time you fell.&

!!!

And now when things seem dark and hard

And difficult to face

The memory of that little boy

Helps me in my race

)or all of life is like that race,

With ups and downs and allAnd all you have to do to win

!s rise each time you fall.

$7uit "ive up /ou#re beaten&

They still shout in my face-ut another voice within me says(


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THE RACE

!"ive up, you#re beaten

They shout at me and plead.

$There#s %ust too much against you now.

This time you can#t succeed.&And as ! start to hang my head

!n front of failure#s face,

'y downward fall is broken byThe memory of a race

And hope refills my weakened will

As ! recall that scene()or %ust the thought of that short race

Re%uvenates my being

!!A children#s race * young boys, young men

How ! remember well

E+citement, sure -ut also fear(!t wasn#t hard to tell

They all lined up so full of hope

Each thought to win that racer tie for first, or if not that,

At least take second place

And fathers watched from off the sideEach cheering for his son.

And each boy hoped to show his dad

That he would be the one.

The whistle blew and off they went/oung hearts and hopes afire

To win and be the here there

Was each young boy#s desireAnd one boy in particular

Whose dad was in the crowd

Was running in the lead and thought($'y dad will be so proud&

-ut as they speeded down the field

Across a shallow dip

The little who thought to win

0ost his step and slippedTrying hard to catch himself

His hands flew out to brace.Amid the laughter of the crowd

He fell flat on his face

1o down he fell and with him hopeHe couldn#t win it now

Embarrassed, sad, he only wished

To disappear somehow-ut as he fell his dad stood up

1o up he %umped to try again

Ten yards behind the last$!f !#m to gain those yards,& he thought,

$!#ve got to move real fast.&

E+erting everything he had

He regained eight or ten,-ut trying so hard to catch the lead

He slipped and fell again

4efeat, he lied there silentlyA tear dropped from his eye

$There#s no sense running anymore(

Three strikes( !#m out Why try&The will to rise had disappeared(

All hope had fled away3

1o far behind, so error5prone3

A loser all the way$!#ve lost, so what#s the use,& he thought

$!#ll live with my disgrace.&

Three times he#d fallen, stumbling3Three times he rose again3


He still ran to the endThey cheered the winning runner

As he crossed the line first place

Head high, and proud, and happy3 6o falling, no disgrace

-ut when the fallen youngster

rossed the line last place,



With head bowed low, unproud,/ou would#ve thought he#d won the race

To listen to the crowd.

And to his dad he sadly say$! didn#t do too well.&

$To me, you won,& his father said.


!!!And now when things seem dark and hard

And difficult to faceThe memory of that little boy

Helps me in my race

)or all of life is like that race,With ups and downs and all

And all you have to do to win

!s rise each time you fall.$7uit "ive up /ou#re beaten&

7/18/2019 THE RACE


And showed his an+ious face,Which to the little boy so clearly said(

$"et up and win the race.&

He 2uickly rose, no damage done,-ehind a bit, that#s all

And ran with all his mind and might

To make up for his fall

1o an+ious to restore himself To catch up and to win

His mind went faster than his legs(

He slipped and fell againHe wished then he had 2uit before

With only one disgrace3

$!#m hopeless as a runner now3! shouldn#t try to race.&

-ut in the laughing crowd he searched

And found his father#s face3That steady look which said again(

$"et up and win the race&-ut when he thought about his dad

Who#d soon he#d have to face$"et up,& an echo sounded low

$"et up and take your place(

/ou were not meant for failure here."et up and win the race.&

$With borrowed will get up,& it said,

$/ou haven#t lost at all.

For winning is no more than this;

To rise each time you fall.”

1o up he rose to run once more,

And with a new commitHe resolved that win or lose

At least he wouldn#t 2uit.

The most he#d ever been1till he gave it all he had

And ran as though to win

They still shout in my face-ut another voice within me says(


Three times he#d fallen, stumbling3Three times he rose again3


He still ran to the end

They cheered the winning runner As he crossed the line first place

Head high, and proud, and happy3

6o falling, no disgrace-ut when the fallen youngster

rossed the line last place,



With head bowed low, unproud,/ou would#ve thought he#d won the race

To listen to the crowd.And to his dad he sadly say

$! didn#t do too well.&$To me, you won,& his father said.


!!!

And now when things seem dark and hardAnd difficult to face

The memory of that little boy

Helps me in my race

For all of life is like that race,

With us an! !owns an! all

An! all you ha"e to !o to win

#s rise each time you fall.

$7uit "ive up /ou#re beaten&

They still shout in my face

-ut another voice within me says($"et up and win the race&

We are all both participants and spectators.We make mistakes and we fall along the way.

And we hope others will allow us to get up, even help us to get up.

At the same time, we need to allow and to help others to get up too.

7/18/2019 THE RACE


The five moments of truth

4eciding one#s core principles and values'aking a deep commitment to one#s core principles and values

Aligning behaviour and actions to one#s deep commitment to one#s core principles and values

1elf5correcting when out of line

Allowing and helping others to self5correct

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