It was a normal Wednesday. I went to school at about 6.40am. So I went into class and my dull day started. Counting down the minutes, P.E finally came. Not that it really mattered. I was exempted from P.E because of my coming competition. Soon the hour passed and it was recess. Recess was equally boring. Getting bored reading this? Imagine i had to live it, minute by minute.
So let's just skip to after school. I waited till 2.30pm before heading to the PAC room where i ordered my shoes, and then went for training. Typical boring day, or so i thought. During my training i saw something that touched me. I saw a little boy crying. He was lost. There was nobody there to help him. There he was, in the middle of the "nowhere", with no one to hold close to him. But suddenly, another young boy, this time even younger, came up to him. He was at least a head shorter than the poor lost boy, but that did not stop him from reaching out his hand, and helping him.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009 // 3:36 AM