Rock Climbing
Rocking climbing was my son’s top choice to celebrate his 11th birthday; he was going to challenge himself as well as his friends.
His younger brother was not sure whether he should join the group. One hour before the party my friend called and asked if her 7 year old could join the rock climbing party. My younger son heard our conversation; he decided to join the troop.
Climbing the 20 foot wall was an easy task for my older son. He conquered every single wall the instructor suggested. But it was a hard task for other 11 year old boys. One of them quit after he reached 5 feet, two of them quit after 10 feet. “It was too hard, it is too high, I am afraid of heights” the boys told others when they finally touched the floor.
My younger son followed in his older brother’s footsteps, his legs were trembling, he struggled, rested and struggled again. With his family cheering him on, he finally reached the top. Then he struggled even harder to get down. He would not let go and slide down the wall.
I held the sweaty little one and asked him how he felt. He told me the same thing the other boys said, he was tired and scared. “Why didn’t you quit?”, I asked. “ I saw the top, I was very close to it! My brother did it, I can do it too!” he replied.
We all experience fear, a tiring moment, a feeling of unfair competition and treatment. Some of us quit because we don’t have a goal or hope for the outcome. Some of us continue because we have clear goals and faith in our success.
His younger brother was not sure whether he should join the group. One hour before the party my friend called and asked if her 7 year old could join the rock climbing party. My younger son heard our conversation; he decided to join the troop.
Climbing the 20 foot wall was an easy task for my older son. He conquered every single wall the instructor suggested. But it was a hard task for other 11 year old boys. One of them quit after he reached 5 feet, two of them quit after 10 feet. “It was too hard, it is too high, I am afraid of heights” the boys told others when they finally touched the floor.
My younger son followed in his older brother’s footsteps, his legs were trembling, he struggled, rested and struggled again. With his family cheering him on, he finally reached the top. Then he struggled even harder to get down. He would not let go and slide down the wall.
I held the sweaty little one and asked him how he felt. He told me the same thing the other boys said, he was tired and scared. “Why didn’t you quit?”, I asked. “ I saw the top, I was very close to it! My brother did it, I can do it too!” he replied.
We all experience fear, a tiring moment, a feeling of unfair competition and treatment. Some of us quit because we don’t have a goal or hope for the outcome. Some of us continue because we have clear goals and faith in our success.
Comments
great. Esp at Planet Granite
I was originally going to
organized an event there
for team building