Movie-Life
Sometimes, when I go about living, I experience these moments that literally feel like they could be in a movie.
I swear time slows down, there's some sort of theme music playing overhead, and I may as well be on the big screen.
The other day I had such a moment.
Moments like those ought to be written down and an attempt ought to be made to remember them in all their details.
Let me set the scene.
My dad has coached sports for 25+ years.
Sports- plural.
Basketball, x-country, baseball, track, spanning all ages.
I'm convinced my Dad could coach anything, sports or non-sports, and bring out the best in people.
(Daddy's girl much? Yes, but that's beside the point.)
Here's a seasoned coach at the the state tournament.
They lost their day 2 game, but were back to avoid elimination in game 3.
4 out of 6 of his adult children are there to cheer him on .
It's a back and forth and back and forth type of game.
Down to the wire, nervous, intense, nail biter.
We're cheering one second, cursing a player's decision the next.
Then, we're up by 1.
Seconds left.
I hear this very soft slow clap start.
It gets louder and louder as more and more people join in.
The crowd rises to their feet.
The ball inbounds,
the clock runs down,
victory is obtained.
Perhaps you're thinking- hmph, but what I left out was precisely the detail that turned this from common to extraordinary.
The slow clap didn't originate from a person from our team, or town, or even county;
the slow clap came from a rival teams member.
The ballad started from the usual opposition.
The precise moment we need an encouraging edge it came from the most unlikely of sources.
As I watched our usual opponents instigate such a moment, I teared up a bit, I swear I could hear that theme music overhead, time did indeed slow, and my life-screen played.
It was then and there I knew, this was a moment that I never wanted to forget.
I swear time slows down, there's some sort of theme music playing overhead, and I may as well be on the big screen.
The other day I had such a moment.
Moments like those ought to be written down and an attempt ought to be made to remember them in all their details.
Let me set the scene.
My dad has coached sports for 25+ years.
Sports- plural.
Basketball, x-country, baseball, track, spanning all ages.
I'm convinced my Dad could coach anything, sports or non-sports, and bring out the best in people.
(Daddy's girl much? Yes, but that's beside the point.)
Here's a seasoned coach at the the state tournament.
They lost their day 2 game, but were back to avoid elimination in game 3.
4 out of 6 of his adult children are there to cheer him on .
It's a back and forth and back and forth type of game.
Down to the wire, nervous, intense, nail biter.
We're cheering one second, cursing a player's decision the next.
Then, we're up by 1.
Seconds left.
I hear this very soft slow clap start.
It gets louder and louder as more and more people join in.
The crowd rises to their feet.
The ball inbounds,
the clock runs down,
victory is obtained.
Perhaps you're thinking- hmph, but what I left out was precisely the detail that turned this from common to extraordinary.
The slow clap didn't originate from a person from our team, or town, or even county;
the slow clap came from a rival teams member.
The ballad started from the usual opposition.
The precise moment we need an encouraging edge it came from the most unlikely of sources.
As I watched our usual opponents instigate such a moment, I teared up a bit, I swear I could hear that theme music overhead, time did indeed slow, and my life-screen played.
It was then and there I knew, this was a moment that I never wanted to forget.
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