Competition in Perspective by Ramona Heikel

Thinking about Olympic competitions naturally leads me to thinking about my school days when I enjoyed competing in track and field. I'm not really competitive against other people, but I do like to compete against myself to increase my personal best.

Every year in grade school I received a first or second place ribbon in the fifty-yard dash. And I remember years later returning to my elementary school to play in a summer softball league there, and noticing in the gym that my 7.6 seconds still stood as the record for girls 50-yard dash. That was a thrill.

However, I am embarrassed at how quickly I gave up when I was challenged. 

When I entered junior high, our school system in Denver started an integration program, in which students of various races were bused to schools outside their neighborhood to ensure a mix at each school.  Most of my white friends did not have any interest in gym class. So out of about forty girls in my seventh grade gym class, there were only two white girls: me, and my friend Sue; all the others were African-American. And were those girls ever talented athletically!

Almost every one of them, whatever shape or size, could run the fifty-yard dash faster than I could. When I tried to run hurdles, I lost my balance, crashed and burned, and went inside the school to clean up my bloody nose and knee. Those amazingly talented African-American girls could sail right over the hurdles, as though each was born to be an Olympic athlete.

I had been a big fish in a small pond at Montclair Elementary School. Now here I was, a small fish in a big pond at Hill Junior High. Looking back, I wish I had connected with these talented athletes and asked for their help or tips. But not only were our newly mingling races uncomfortable outside our own group of friends, I was also quite shy. 

My main obstacle, however, was that I was so intimidated by the competition, I didn't even try out for the track team.  I have never forgotten that. 

Now, when I start to feel challenged and overwhelmed by competition, I remember the mistake that I made when I was young. Instead of quitting, I work harder and try to connect with my competitors.

Writing is one of my most challenging endeavors, and I still become intimidated by authors whose works are chosen over mine for publication. Also, when I see that someone has published a book with a very similar topic or plot to what I've written, I become discouraged and consider bowing out of the competition.

But more and more, I am able to remember that just because someone else has already published a project similar to mine, that doesn't mean that my creation isn't also valuable in its unique way.

Recently a writing friend of mine was trying to convince me to self-publish my book of children's math adventure stories.  I explained to her that I had put that project on a back burner because I found several on the internet that were similar. In fact, one particular book was almost identical to mine, but done much better. She said to me, "You know how you find a favorite author and you read everything they've written? Aren't you glad when you discover that there is another author that has written similar books?"  Yes, I am!  That made sense to me, and inspires me to keep at it.

So my great admiration goes out to those Olympic track and field competitors, who didn't let super-talented athletes intimidate them and keep them from reaching for their dream.

  

In the same way I have great admiration and respect for all the writers--including myself!--who don't become discouraged by all the incredibly gifted authors that surround us. May we all continue to support each other, write what's in our hearts, and get it "out there" where it can make a positive difference in someone's life.

As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another, as good stewards of God's varied grace: whoever speaks, as one who speaks oracles of God; whoever serves, as one who serves by the strength that God supplies—in order that in everything God may be glorified through Jesus Christ. To him belong glory and dominion forever and ever. Amen.      1 Peter 4:10-11 ESV

Posted by Ramona

www.happilywriting.com  

Photo credits:

Flickr "100 Meter dash - Jaqueline Rose" by SD Dirk 

YouTube "Girls 100M Dash Finals (2A), WIAA State Championship 2012" by Henry Fan

2016-Already a Year to Remember by T. L. Wiens

On New Years Day, I mourned the loss of a special friend, a fellow writer and confidant. She was part of my local writers group. A very fun part as the rest of us watched her flirting spars with another member. For years, he was the lone male of the group and Margareta loved to hackle him. I loved Margareta’s stories. Non-fiction accounts of a time before I was born that painted a picture of the community where I now live. I learned so much from her, about writing and life.

Margareta Fleuter

I hadn’t finished saying goodbye to Margareta when the next tragedy struck. My cousin suffered with Crohns for years. The pain became too much and he took his life. He lived alone in the wilderness somewhere in the vicinity of Haines Junction, Yukon. Oh the pictures he took! Amazing photos of the Northern Lights and the wildlife around him. He shared them on Facebook and on his artist page. Every day, I would look at Facebook and search for Stephen’s latest post. He filled the world with encouragement. (If you want to view more of his amazing photos, you can go to: http://stephen-dyck.pixels.com/index.html)

Stephen Dyck's Photo, Aurora Borealis near his home

And before we laid Stephen to rest, another good friend went home. Doug Heid was someone I  enjoyed talking to because he had a wisdom about him. He was a leader in my church and another warrior fighting the fight with the gifts God gave him.

Today, I reflect on what I lost, what the people who knew these special individuals lost, what the world lost. Both Stephen and Margareta were encouragers and artists. Doug was an elder looking after those around him. I cannot tell you how many people have mentioned how they’ll miss the contribution these three made to their lives through their stories, photos and love for the Lord.

I’m not one to make resolutions but as I mourn, I see how important it is to use the gifts God gives us. Some days, I feel writing is a waste of time. But when I think about Margareta, Stephen and Doug, I see how these people changed the world around them with their gifts because they used them. How can I not follow their example?