A friend shared with me a story of her son who had trained to participate in a state competition of cross-country runners. He'd honed his body and his mind in preparation for the race. He was feeling good. Loose. Ready to take on all comers.
Everything was going well. Then it happened. As he rounded a curve, his feet encountered a slick patch of mud. And he fell. Added to that, another runner ran over him.
Later, he reported to his mother that he knew it was over at that moment. Still, he picked himself up and continued the race. What kind of courage that must have taken? To know that he wouldn't win, probably wouldn't even place, and still to continue. His team, which had been predicted to take first place, ended up in the fifth position.
What if we all did that? What if we all picked ourselves up after a fall (a disappointment, an illness, a financial setback, whatever) and kept on going? Would we be happier? Of course. Would we be stronger? Definitely. Would we be more like our Father in Heaven? Most assuredly.
So, for today, I am grateful for those people who pick themselves up and keep running.