this is what i posted on facebook this morning as i rode a cab on my way to work. the caloocan division meet in taekwondo was held yesterday and the little big man got a silver. i've been putting off posting the result since last night coz i didn't know how to "announce" to the world the result. coz when you think about it, when you get a silver, it means you didn't get the gold.
the little big man did NOT get the gold. but migo knew he got the gold. we knew he got the gold, our coach knew he got the gold, the referee knew he got the gold. DAMN IT, EVEN HIS OPPONENT KNEW MIGO GOT THE GOLD.
but he didn't. the scorers didn't see it the way everybody else saw it.
and that's what makes me want to give out a prolonged high-pitched cry of a combination of pain, grief and anger. had he gotten the gold, he would've been on his way to the NCR (national capital region) games where if he won, he would've gone on to compete in palarong pambansa. which is what he has always wanted.
sigh.
i remember myself praying repeatedly in my head "ibigay mo sa kanya 'to Lord, ibigay mo sa kanya 'to Lord.." the whole time i was recording on video the game. when i saw the final decision, i wanted to break down but i held on and completed recording. i looked at the little big man's face void of emotion. but i knew, i knew, he was too disappointed to speak.
but i know too that God's reason for this is that He has far more opportunities to give to my little big man. the way he has matured in this game, the way he has worked hard to be where he is now, i know that soon he will realize his dream of becoming an undisputed champion.
for now, the gold is his determination to move on and keep training and learning and doing his best. he has that gold.
i'm never gonna give up the way i know he will never give up. just you wait and see.
Sometimes by losing a battle,
you find a new way to win the war.
~ Donald Trump
