Originally Posted by SlideStop
What if you kid came home bawling because they constantly pick her last. The other kids grown when she put/assigned to their team. Then the call him/her names like "slow sally" or "heifer" in stead of Heather...
"****! That happened to me too! When choosing sides for football, I once was picked last. Wouldn't have been so bad, but one guy picked ahead of me had his arm in a cast! THAT got the kids laughing! That was about the time I took up running...a sport where I could always compete against the clock, even if no one else was in sight."
Been a jogger from then until Mia dumped me and hurt my back 4 years ago. But taking it up again, I made it 8 minutes non-stop today. 5 years ago, I could do 1.5 miles in 9 minutes, or 5 miles in 40, so I've a long way to go...but sometimes it takes a painful experience to push you into something you will truly love.
Sometimes, when life sucks, it means you don't belong there. Go elsewhere and be happy.