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The Bible teaches that we should treat others how we would want to be treated; this past summer showed me how this applies to life in my church’s Amazing Race Scavenger Hunt. The hunt took place in a little town called Charlevoix located right on Lake Michigan. Around 20 adults from my church were all staying together in an enormous house near my family’s condo. A few of the leaders, one of which was my mother, had devised the race as a team building exercise. We would complete challenges at different locations in town. There were to be split up into three teams: Red, Blue, and Green. The day before the race we drew colors to see what team we would get; I got Blue. There were six people per team, plus a non-partial team leader to keep track of points and give us the supplies we would need in fulfilling each objective. Just from that I was told, I knew that …show more content…
The smell of scrambled eggs and hash browns had not yet left the room as I weaved my way through people and chairs leftover from that morning’s small worship service. Finally, I made my way to the hall where one of my teammates was looking for the rest of our group. We searched around for a bit until we finally found our team leader calling annoyedly, “Blue Team! Blue Team right here!” When all the groups had been gathered and seated, the three team leaders stood at the front of the room and explained what we were to do that day. To start, our leader would give us a clue that would lead us to the location of the first challenge and instruct us on what to do. After completing the objective, we would receive the next clue, and continue on until the race would finish where we started. When the leaders finished talking, a prayer was said, and we received our first clue. The clue said that the challenge was to commence at Depot Beach, and we were to construct a float for a team member to
I have always loved sports and the competitiveness that comes along with them. In so doing, I have decided to eventually become either a high school or college coach at some point in my life. Subsequently, I decided to interview the Vilonia High School Cross Country Coach, Coach Sisson. As I walked into her office, I instantly noticed all of the trophies and team photos from all of the past years of coaching. She is also the school nurse so her office has first aid equipment intermingled into the trophies and team pictures. While I set up my notes and questions for the interview on one of the desks in her office, she was finishing up a diagnosis of one of the high school students who felt sick. After her patient left, I quickly started the interview in order to waste no time. She began with how she got involved in coaching. The Vilonia School District expressed their interest to her as being the next cross country coach several years ago. She was widely known for her passion for running and she gratefully accepted the position and has been a coach for numerous years now.
I am now officially in my Senior year of Cross Country , and am close to the end of my season. My first race of this year though was a big accomplishment for me, because I hadn`t been able to run. When I ran that race though it made me just so happy I was able to finish it, I was`nt happy with the time, but there is always time for improvement. I was glad to be racing again and being apart of the team again. I believe that my injuries were a barrier in my way, but they did not stop my sports career.
It was November 5th, 2013 – it was my cross country league meet. I was running the hardest, the fastest, and with more intensity than I have ran with the first three years of my cross country career combined. It was the hardest course in Michigan, but it seemed easy to me as I practiced on it every other day. The competition was at least thirty seconds behind me as the three-story hill was too big of a challenge for them. The screams and cheering of the crowd fueled my adrenaline and I hit my runner’s high. I had tackled the hill for the final time and the crowd was screaming louder than I have ever heard, which caused me to power up the hill, then I stopped in my tracks. I realized what they were screaming about. There was someone, or something, hunched over my coach’s body. It looked human, but there was something off about the figure. The “thing” turned around and looked at me. It was pale, fit, had red eyes, and was covered in my coach’s blood and intestines. My heart stopped. What the hell? Then, I ran. It chased me. I didn’t have time to think about where I was going or what I had just seen, I just ran as fast as I could and as far as I could get. I heard screaming from the other runners and other onlookers, and when I glanced back to see if the thing was behind me, it wasn’t. I ended up in the parking lot, hotwired an older car (by popping
As a child in middle school, I started thrusting myself in my academic career. I joined Science Olympiad, in which students compete in different sciences. I competed in events such as astronomy or anatomy and from this point on the passion for science grew. When I entered high school, I continued my career with Science Olympiad, but decided I needed to broaden my perspective. There had to be more than science olympiad, a whole new field that would let me practice and see science working at one of it's best.
The soul of the world to me is my Religion, it has had an influence on my life for as long as I can remember. I was just a little preschooler when I was introduced to my faith, my parents sent me to a church camp after school for an hour or so every day. I had never had any real connections like many of the pastors claimed but I knew as long as I believed that good would come. For many years it didn't, yet I remained faithful. I always believed that if I remained faithful that nothing could ever hurt me, still with all my faith there were days where I questioned my belief. I wondered how any of this could actually be possible, if there was really a big man up in the sky watching me then why don't I ever see him. But as I grew older I learned
... the Biblical rule that states, “Do unto others as you would have done unto you.” Instead, we continually show that there should be no tolerance or understanding of any wrongdoing committed against us.
My dad always tells us that a successful person has to have strong academic, communication and social skills. I thought that with my good performance in school and in public speaking competitions at our Sunday school, I had everything covered.
Attending the Santa Fe volleyball tournament, with the varsity team, the tournament would last three days straight. Means we would miss school, but coach would tell everyone to go there classes to get their assignments before, we leave to Santa Fe. As I found out one of the days during the tournament, I would miss my niece's 2nd birthday party.
Tyronne Gross and Otis Amey, two former NFL players, quickly climbed up the stairs as they buzzed with anticipation, looking forward to how many students they would be able to reach out to during their sixty-minute sojourn at Center High School. As they opened the door of the classroom, exclamations of praise and excitement greeted them. There were over eighty students gathered to hear the stories of these men and their journey through life as Christian athletes. As members of the Fellowship of Christian Athletes, they were closely associated with our school's Transformed Bible Club, which I organized. The room quickly grew quiet, so quiet a person could hear their neighbor breathing. We all sat quietly and listened to the message both men brought forth to us.
The moment of truth was upon me. The official times, this includes whom qualified for finals, for the 400m relay had been posted. My eyes scanned the page for the bold letters that spell ANDERSON. As I ran my finger across the page to where the times were posted, my ears began to shut out all outside noises, leaving me alone with the thump of my heart and the inhale and exhale of my lungs. Both began to increase in speed as my eyes narrowed in on the time.
I stormed away thinking she is so annoying... she always gets what she wants... I want to go see them finish the marathon. My sister was sleepy, so I wouldn’t get to go to the marathon. She is doing this on purpose I thought. I sat down on the living room coach irated at Maya. Why did her being tired stop me from seeing the 2013 Boston Marathon, It was just unfair. I watched in envy at the kids handing out water, and the people cheering for their favorite runners. It wasn’t about watching it on T.V, it was about the experience. My sister was only six, so it was understandable but I really wanted to go.
The skimpy maroon shorts and matching tank top did little to stop a cool October breeze from sapping heat from my body. The teams huddled against each other at the start line, waiting for the go. I stood motionless among my maroon pack as I got ready for my last 5K race for the school. I reminisced to when I found my passion for running. The journey from when I started running to this final race here. The failure I experienced during start of my running career, yet I decided to continue.
In the bible it says that we should treat each other as we would want
The day was overcast, which made the coaches and runners nervous. This was our final race of the season, and although there was regionals for the older, faster members of our team, this was the last time we would be competing. People were breaking off of the group at intervals, going to the races they had been signed up for. There were periods when there were only a few sitting in our section and others when there were many sitting with us. Although we were sitting there was a lot of energy, not only coming from us, but also from the other teams surrounding us. Everyone was screaming, cheering on the runners that were representing our school, and when they were anywhere near close to the first runner we were up on our feet, clapping and cheering them on.
Numerous amounts of people would come to receive bags of food and select some clothing if they needed some. Particularly during Christmas time, the children that would come would receive some books, toys, and a stuffed animal. At these service events, I had made three very important observations. My first observation was the gratefulness of those who came. The adults, especially those who had to wait for a long time because of the sheer numbers of people that came, remained patient and orderly. Some of us can’t even be patient when the drive thru at a fast food restaurant becomes a stalemate. These people could worry less about time. They were grateful for simply being able to receive some goods that could help provide for them and their family. As for the children, the toys that they received weren’t necessarily desirable in the perspective of a privileged child. However, these kids knew how much their parents sacrificed for them. They were appreciative for any of the toys they received. For fortunate kids, they can expect that their parents will buy them a gift for Christmas. Yet, others can only hope that their parents can get them one small gift. Thus, they cherish anything they receive, something that all of us should do. The second observation I made was that we made sure to evangelize those who were there. In Matthew 4:3, in response to the