Being chosen last is not fun. And it's an experience that's not easily forgotten. The topic came up recently when someone noted in a conversation that I was once a physical education teacher (about 100 years ago).
Another person said how much she had loved gym class. That prompted another in our group to say, "Yeah, well, you weren't ever chosen last. I was always chosen last."
The comment made me glad that, as a teacher, I used different methods to divide into teams, not the one that involves someone sitting on the floor alone as the last pick.
But I did think back to my own junior high and high school days. A bespectacled girl in my P.E. classes was smart, short and always seemed a bit nervous. She could play the piano like a dream, but when it came to anything athletic, she was chosen last, or close to it.
Today, she has been chosen many, many times. She has received countless well-deserved awards for helping thousands of children through the organizations she has founded.
She adopted children with mental and physical disabilities. As long as I have known her, she has tirelessly helped family and friends, sharing her time, treasures and talent. And she is one of the most joyful people you'll ever meet.
She doesn't know how much she has taught me.
Even as a ridiculously competitive team captain, I should have picked her first, second or at least third. In the end, she was the winner.
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