Maybe

Today Brother Pace gave a lesson about writing in your journal.

I already do this, so I was like woo big deal. Although, that part of the lesson was still good.

Then he said, "Many of you will use the excuse of 'I don't have anything to write about' but I am going to tell you what you have to write about."

Then he stood up in the front of the class and told every single person, all 102 of us, what they do that is special. He started up in the front row and went around the rows. Telling each person what they do.

This is where I really started paying attention.

He didn't read all these things off of a piece of paper. He looked the person he was talking about in the eyes and he told them something cool that they have done or that they do.

I learned so much about the people in my ward. For example, there is this girl that we all kinda thought was stuck up, but he told her, told us, that one of her best friends was diagnosed with cancer. And she became her friends rock. She comforted her friend, and told her that she is beautiful with or without hair.

When he got to me he talked about how I scored the winning goal in a soccer game on a throw in. I bounced it off of a player on the other team. Then he told about the time I got 10 of the 12 outs in a softball game.

And while he said this, I found myself kind of wishing that he had mentioned my 4.0 all my life. Except an A- in band last year, but who really cares about that?

I found myself wishing that he told the group about how I won the Hope of America award in sixth grade.

This got me thinking, that maybe sports weren't everything I thought they were.

It was a great lesson.

Maybe playing a sport in high school isn't everything.

just breathe.