自卑者迈出坚定的一步 相信天生我材必有用

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Putting My Best Foot Forword


I could feel the sweat start to trickle down my back, right between my shoulder blades . There I was, standing in the hot sun while the team captains chose who they wanted on their team for a baseball game during fourth grade recess .


There were only four of us left.


I'll take Sandy, said one of the team captains.


David, said the other. The palms of my hands started to sweat.


Rachel. My heart sank.


Alright ... I'll take Kathy. I was sure everyone was looking at me ... skinny Kathy, with the skinny arms and legs - Kathy, the one no one wanted on their team. I wanted to crawl under a rock and hide. I was humiliated ... once again.


I was a geek to most of the kids in school. I was shy, quiet, and scrawny ... and afraid to make friends.

在学校大多数孩子的眼里,我是个怪人:害羞、沉默、瘦弱…… 害怕交朋友。

At home with my parents, I always felt okay with myself. My folks were hard-working people who loved and supported me, and believed in my capabilities. They taught me to go for what I wanted no matter what it was.


In kindergarten, I had been invited to a birthday party. I wanted to get a really nice present for the girl who invited me, and my parents encouraged me to work for the money to buy the present. My dad said to me, "You have two arms and two legs and a brain, Kathy. If you want extra money, you can simply earn it."


Because my parents believed in me so much, I believed in myself, too. To earn the money, I painted pictures on rocks and sold them door to door in my neighborhood, sold fruit and vegetables from our garden, and did yard work for our neighbors. Although I was just a small child, buying a gift for my friend with the money I earned myself gave me a tremendous sense of achievement .


By the time I was in fourth grade, I was making enough money to buy my own clothes and toys, and whatever candy and treats I wanted from the ice cream man.


However, that was at home. When I got to school, I felt gawky and awkward. To the kids at school, I was just a skinny, dumb kid who couldn't play baseball. More than anything, I wanted to feel just as successful and capable at school as I did at home. And I wanted friends ... but no one would play with me.


One afternoon near the end of my fourth grade year, my teacher, Mrs.Sween, asked me if I could stay after school for a few minutes.


When I sat down in front of her desk, she stared right in. "I've noticed that you don't hang around with any of the kids during recess, Kathy."


They don't want to play with me, Mrs. Sween, I answered.


Do you think that is their fault? She asked. "If you do, I have news for you. It's not. It's your fault. If you think it is someone else's responsibility to make friends with you first, you are mistaken. They aren't going to come to you. You have to go to them."


I dropped my eyes from her face, and felt tears start to sting the corners of my eyelids.


Look at me, Kathy. I looked back at Mrs. Sween.


I know you are a wonderful girl. But how are they going to know you if you don't give them the opportunity? You have to be the one to make the effort, to be friendly, and to talk to other people. Don't get caught up in your shyness. Take a risk! Be a friend, and you'll make a friend.


I don't remember exactly how I made it out of the classroom that day. But I do remember lying on my bed that night, thinking about Mrs. Sween and the things that she had said to me. She had talked to me like my parents had always talked to me: like an equal, not like just a kid. Something sank in that night and it changed my life. I made a decision. I decided to be happy, and to have a happy life. No one else could do it for me; I had to do it for myself.


Over the summer, I started watching baseball. I mean really watching. I watched baseball on television; I watched baseball on the street where I lived. I studied how the best players played - how they held the bat, and what they did to improve their game. I copied everything the best players did. And I got good at baseball.


When school started the following year, it was amazing that I was not picked last - I was picked first! I had worked to become a good player, and the teams wanted me. Not only that, but it was easier to make friends because I felt more confident about myself.


Sure, I was still skinny tomboy Kathy, but now I had friends to laugh with and to share my stories with. I learned to have faith in myself and to know that God doesn't make mistakes. I became more of what I wanted to be because I had made a conscious decision to step out and put my best foot forward.


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