31 July 2009. We arrived at the Sunrise Philippine International School at 2pm. It was an extraordinarily hot Friday afternoon. I was surprised to see that a lot of people where already at the gym when we got in.
We didn’t know that there was a scheduled friendship cup that day. We just came to know that two badminton clubs arranged a playoff among their members- including us.
So, unprepared and reluctant as we were, me and my husband agreed to join the competition. I told myself that it’s just a “friendly game”, anyway, and most of the people don’t know us yet (we just recently joined the club less than a month ago). At the back of my mind, I tried harder to convince myself that I could use a good luck to win.
First game went on. My friends from Prince Sultan Cardiac Center, Grace and Melot, played the first match- Women’s Doubles. It was not a very good match because my friends lost and were hardly able to score some points. Thinking our game would be the same disaster it was, I was more scared.
When the technical team called my name and my husband’s, I could hear my heart beat even louder. There in front of me- court #2, our opponents, all the spectators and the cheering crowd from the other club. I noticed only two co-members to support us from our club beside the court we will play at.
The games started.
I was reminded by Milcah, the VP from our club to relax. I swear I would pass out. I was trying to keep my cool especially that I noticed people started gathering around the court to watch us. Beginners, we are… and people were enjoying the game!
I could not think of anything but hit the shuttlecock….run to where it would fall…and hit…and hit as hard as I could.. I didn’t realize what the score was… or if we won the first set or the second one… All I knew was that we were in on the third set- the decision game!
People were cheering louder for every miss and hit. I could feel my sweat running through my face… but my mouth was drying and I saw everything getting blurred… until finally on the third set—the score was tied at 10.There was a time out from our opponents. My husband is coaching me to relax. I told him it’s just one more point …and we had to win it…
Then the service came from our competitor. My husband received the service and it was sent back to our side…Standing behind my partner, I hit the shuttle back and the male opponent hit it hard…. I run but I missed it…. And I covered my face thinking I failed!...…but then the crowd cheered happily! The line judge shouted OUTSIDE! And so the winning point was ours!
What makes me happy?
People. Everyone around me who believes and inspires me- my family, my husband, my two beautiful girls, my friends and colleagues.
Life itself is a happy experience. The world is a happy place.
I had my own share of struggles, life was not easy for us back then but my Dad taught me how to believe in myself, work hard , be kind and to be strong. He inspired me to go out of my comfort zone. He used to tell me that the possibilities in life are endless and so I believed him.
l Iost him quite a few years ago but he has left me with so much inspiration to follow my dreams - to visit places I have only dreamt of or have seen in the movies when I was little and to do things I thought were only for the privileged few.
Wherever I go, I always remember my Dad, wishing he could see me from afar and somehow be proud of me as I have always been so proud of him. Life is short and I promised him that I would make the most of mine.
Travelling makes me happy and in all other things, I choose happiness. We all should- always..