The Best Loss of the Season
|Aaron and the birds at a soccer game|
|Aaron's soccer team|
My son’s high school soccer team set records this season—for the worst losses in their school’s history. They clinched the title at the head-shaking game when they lost eleven to one. I admit my husband and I were glad to miss that game…but because we only went to the home games, we missed the one goal our son scored at another field and the last and best losing game of the season.
When Aaron came home after the final game and kicked off his cleats, I asked him the usual question, “So how was your game?”
And got the usual answer, “Good. We lost.”
I think he enjoyed getting our hopes up saying good first and pausing before the word lost. At least his easy-going attitude kept him from caring about losing.
“So what was the score?”
“Three to one.”
“That’s not too bad. Who scored?” I asked, hoping he did.
“A kid with special needs.”
My heart melted.
The boy was the designated Assistant Coach. He never got to play in a game before this day…
“The other team acted like they were guarding him, backing up until he scored a goal. He ran around with his hands in the air. He was so happy. And we all picked him up to celebrate.” Aaron smiled while describing the scene. I held back tears.
I’m sure similar stories happen, but I’m thankful our son got to experience this lesson in compassion and kindness. This means more to me than winning a game. I love watching an exciting soccer game and experiencing the thrill of victory, but that feeling eventually fades. Doing something special for someone else less fortunate gives a reward that the heart can cling to forever. I hope and pray that this game is never forgotten by the guys on both teams. I wish we saw the game and the joy on that young man’s face.
I think God looked down on this game and thought “Victory!” for everyone.
Finally, all of you, live in harmony with one another; be sympathetic, love as brothers, be compassionate and humble. 1Peter 3:8