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A light rain fell as Bill stepped into the training room for the very first time. He stood at the doorway, watching a wrestlers move accross the mat with confidence and skill. His body was big , but his confidence was small.

For years, Bill had always felt like he wasn't good enough. He gave up easily when whenever he faced challenges. While his friends tried different sports and activities, he preferred  to stay on the sidelines and watch.

but that days was different 

" i just want to try it once" he thought

The coach welcomed him warmly and introduced him to the other wrestlers. No one laughed at his lack of experience or his awkward movement. Instead, they patienly taught him the basics and encouraged him to keep going.

The first week was tought .

Every muscle in his body ached. He stumbled, fell, and struggled to keep up. Even during light practice session, he often lost to opponent much smaller than him.

yep something bring him back

it wasn't the desire to win

it wasn't the dream of becoming the strongest wrestler

It was the feeling that every training session made him a little better than he had been the day before.

Week turned in to months. Bill began to understand the techniques. His stamina improved. His body grew stronger. Most importantly, he started believing in himself.

One day, the community organized a friendly wrestling event. Bill's name was on the list of participants. His heart raced as he stepped onto the mat. Standing across from him was a wrestler with far more experience.

The whistle blew, the first few minutes were difficult, his opponent moved quickly and nearly took him down several times. But Bill refuse to quit, he remember every lesson, every drill, and every hour he had spent practicing. 

Then an opportunity appeared, without hesitation he executed a technique he had practiced hundred of times.

For the first time , he successfully reversed the position. Cheers erupted from his teammates and friends.

In the end Bill did not win the match, but as the referee raised his opponent's hand Bill smiled, because he reallized that the biggest victory that day had nothing to do with the final result.

His greatest victory was walking through that training room door month earlier when he had almost decided to go home instead.

From that moment on, Bill understood something important : 

Everyone has and opponent to face

Sometimes that opponent is standing across the mat

But sometimes the thoughest opponent is the fear within ourselves.

Moral of the story :

Success is not always measured by victory, sometimes success means having the courage to start. The determination to continue when things get difficult, and the willingness to become better than you were yesterday.,