On Monday, I was privileged to go with my class to Oakwood Bowl as part of a volunteer service to help the Special Olympics Bowling teams. Things were very uncomfortable at first, but after the bowling began, things got a little more exciting. I found myself sitting forward in my seat sometimes, praying fervently that the bowler would get a strike. There was one guy named Richard Bernshaw who bowled fairly well and was extremely encouraging to his teammates. I can barely remember a time when Richard wasn't yelling encouragement to his friends as they began to bowl. Another man, whose last name was Grimes (I can't, for the life of me, remember his first name. Brain fart.) bowled over 100 every single game, and always tried to bowl his best. He would get really excited when he got a strike, almost crying with pleasure. My favorite part of that morning was watching him bowl two strikes in a row, because he became so happy. The thing that I learned the most from this experience was that these guys always tried their best, and they didn't let a bad game or a gutter ball get them down. They always came back, consistently having a positive attitude and encouraging their teammates while waiting for their turn. Such devotion to others and team spirit is something that I wish I could have.
Sincerely,
--JesusFreak
P.S. (and if you're disappointed by the blandness of this post, please forgive me--I'm feeling very understimulated at the moment. So just to make you happy {because I like to pretend I'm cool like that} here's a funny picture:
You are most welcome.)
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