tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857795538755708479.post5740849345705763701..comments2024-03-26T08:11:26.710-07:00Comments on AGING GAYLY : CHILDISH EXPECTATIONSAging Gaylyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09886888900957765438noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857795538755708479.post-47858970992663579692011-11-14T12:30:57.174-08:002011-11-14T12:30:57.174-08:00I could have written this myself, too. And, just ...I could have written this myself, too. And, just like you, I remember the names of the unfortunate few, along with me, who were consistently chosen last to play on school teams. What a humiliating experience. (Were your P.E. classes coed? MIne weren't, at least not in earlier grades.)<br /><br />Anyway, you should be flying high because of what the fellow at the pool said. While I relate to everything you wrote (we have a lot in common), what I take from this is school's over now, it's a new day, and yesterday's last chosen on the team is potentially today's triathlon competitor. <br /><br />We know what we've been through in the past, and we're all too ready to pigeonhole ourselves into forever being what we once were. But, hey, folks who don't know what we've been through see us no differently from, or maybe even better than, them, in terms of possessing skills we don't know we have. <br /><br />Accept the sincere compliment and start looking at yourself like others see you, not as the little boy who was rejected every time the P.E. class broke into teams. Every day is a new beginning. We're adults now. What a great lesson you've taught those of us who are in the same boat as you. Thanks.Rick Modienhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02157314737543591048noreply@blogger.com