This Race called LIFE

Once upon a time, there was a young athletic boy hungry for success for whom winning was everything and success was measured just by winning. One day, the boy was preparing himself for a running competition in his small village himself and two other young boys to complete. A large crowd had gathered to witness the sporting spectacle and wise old man, upon hearing of the little boy, had travelled far to bear witness also, the race commenced looking like a level heat at the finishing line, he took the winning line and was first. The crowd was ecstatic and cheered and waved at the boy. The wise man remained still and calm, expressing no sentiment. The little boy, however, felt proud and important.

A second race was called, and two new young, fit, challenges came forward to run with the little boy. The race was started and sure enough the little boy came through and finished first once again. The crowd was ecstatic again and cheered and waved at the boy. The wise man remained still and calm, again expressing no sentiment. The little boy, however, felt proud and important. "Another race, another race" pleaded the little boy. The wise old man stepped forward and presented the little boy with two new challengers, and elderly frail lady and a blind man. "What is this?", quiz the little boy. "This is no race" exclaimed. "Race!", said the wise man. The race was started and the boy was the only finisher, the other two challengers left standing at the starting line. The little boy was ecstatic, he raised his arms in delight. The crowd however.. were silent, showing no sentiment toward the little boy. "What happened? Why not do the people join in my success?" he asked the wise old man. "Race again", replied the wise man,"...this time, finish together, all three of you, finish together" continued the wise man.

The little boy thought a little, stood in the middle of the blind man and the frail old lady, and then took the two challenges by the hand. The race began and the little boy walked slowly, ever so slowly, to the finishing line and crossed it. The crowd were ecstatic and cheered and waved at the boy. The wise man smiled, gently nodding his head. The little boy felt proud and important. 'Old man, I understand not! Who are the crowd cheering for? Which one of us three?", asked the little boy. The wise old man look into the little boy's eyes, placing his hand on the little boy's shoulders, and replied softly.. "Little boy, for this race you have won much more than in any race you have ever ran before, and for this race the crowd cheer not for any winner!" You see in life.. in your life what are you running for? are you hungry for success is winning in the measurement for you in your life? Who are you running against? And if you always win against everybody, then soon the people will stop cheering for you at the end of your life, if you look back.. the question is: who was running next to you, in this race? If they were weaker and old did you help them to get across the line? Did you all finish together? because that is the best race you can ever run.. so run! run this race called life! but don't forget : it is not important if you win, it is important how you run this race..