On the 3rd of December 2003 I wrote this…
If you had wings… Would you Fly?
If it makes you feel like you’re in another world… Would you Fly?
If your wings were hurt and you never know when they’ll be fine…
Would you still Fly?
These are the exact feelings I had today.
It was games day at my company (Army) and we were required to sign up with games.
My dearest friends would know that Basketball’s a fav game of mine.
Because back then, I could Fly.
Or maybe to me, I felt that I could fly..
I felt that I could vanish past my opponent, and streak towards the basket.
And the look of their awed faces pleased me.
That was what Basketball was to me.
It could make time stop, make me fly, and give me speed.
However, with the recent knee operation I had.
I was told to avoid any form of streneous activity concerning my legs.
Jumping, running, squatting was a no no. And I stood firm to that until..
Until today, when i decided to join a little friendly game.
I thought to myself ,”I can just shoot right? I won’t run or jump and it should be fine.”
But you all know me. My brudas would know what kind of guy I am.
If I had the chance to use it, I’d give my all to play it.
I didn’t this time, and i was confusingly glad by it.
But I did jump a little, and maybe tried to sprint a little.
But without the jumping and speed, my form was completely gone.
The game ended and i managed to get 2 out of the 5 point my team had.
We lost that match, though friendly but still a loss.
But just as I was about the get a thirst quincher,
A senior specialist in my company jokingly said…
“So many cool moves, but still lose”
It was there and then, that for once I felt defeated.
Losing a match because a gave my best is one thing…
But losing it because you can’t give your best is another.
There I stood looked at my knee and wondered why i played in the first place.
Maybe it’s best I leave and forget the sports I used to be good at.
Maybe then, people will remember me not as the guy who had a knee operation,
But as someone who exceedingly surpassed many in that sport.
Would it be better to be remembered as a Legend?
Or as someone who pple always looked up to because of my abilities?
Or would it be better to play it again,
but be forgotten and plainly classed as just another player?
Which path would you choose?
If you had wings… Would you Fly?
If it makes you feel like you’re in another world… Would you Fly?
If your wings were hurt and you never know when they’ll be fine…
Would you still Fly?
Now Allow me to write this….
The incredible miracle is this…
That day was the first Games Day the Unit had prepared..
And from that time I did wish that God could give me back what i had lost.
The bible says he’ll return u seven times what you’ve lost.
Just yesterday, my new Techstore I/C gave me the go ahead to play basketball.
My physiotherapist said that it was time I get back on my knees… *literally*
And yesterday I had a great time.
The best time since I’ve had the operation.
I played basketball, and though I reserved almost 40% of my abilities,
I could run, jump and shoot.
This time the result was different.
The team I was in won 7 times consecutively.
I felt that I had energy burning continuously within me..
I could see the environment trying to keep up with me,
Dashing through making tacful passes and even just standing there doing nothing.
Or how I’ll vanish past my opponent and leave awed expressions on their faces.
I kepy encouraging my team, pushing them to their limits,
Telling them that we shall not lose, because we can win!
And the same guy who said,”So many cool moves, but still lose” was there.
This time he said this..”So many cool moves, but still miss the shot”
Perhaps the Reuben Wong back then would have looked low,
And felt demoralised.
Yesterday was the renewal of the Real Reuben Wong.
I looked at him and said..
“Hey! You talk so much, come down to play with me la!
Then I’ll show you what I’ve got!”
It wasn’t the arrogant type of expression..
But I was merely happy that I can accept a challenge ahead of me.
In the end that fella laughed off and continued swearing at me,
Not in an angry way of course, jokingly..
And that day, i kept going and going, scoring and scoring.
Until someone came up to say…
“Reuben, I didn’t know you could fly…”
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