Inspirational story

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His life was unraveling. A dashing man was sitting on the floor by the side of his bed, thinking back on his successful past. He used to constantly be at the top of his game. The type of person who arouses at least mild jealousy in others around them. A superb student, a dutiful son who consistently met his parents' expectations, an enthralling debater, and the team captain for the school football team. After reprimanding their kids for making mistakes, some parents would advise their kids to want to be like him.

He was the striker all the time. He recalled his final game in which he captained the team. He would lead the ball, deftly evade opponents, and with a single strike, find the back of the net by planning each player's play on the squad.

Goal! Everyone gave a shout!

Abruptly, with nothing on his mind, he turns toward the cabinet, opens it, grabs his tennis ball, and heads upstairs. This six-foot-tall man was no longer a small child, thus the rooftop's 4-inch border couldn't obstruct his view. "That little, bright, accomplished child"

"How did I end up a failure as an adult?" Since it was quieter and darker there, he moved toward the north corner of the roof. There he stood, contemplating his shortcomings, between the storage room and the boundary railing. "See me, I'm a mess!" He begins to play catch with the wall. From the first moment of his existence that he remembers till today, his life has been accelerated. He began hitting the ball against the room's wall while positioned close to the railing, and he caught it as it returned.

With every hit against the wall, his mood grew darker; every catch served as a reminder of a slip-up, an incorrect decision, or choices he had taken and now regretted. He had ceased to be the man that was anticipated of him. He had ceased to be the guy he desired to be.

His pulse was beating faster and faster as the ball hit the wall. "Why me?" Weeping silently down his chin.

"It's not the way it ought to be," Each time, the ball strikes harder than it did before. "No, I was a successful and kind person; where is everything I owned?"

Heart rate increasing. Even harder push. "Just one more opportunity." Take a stab! He leans back on the railing to catch the ball after he jumps with his right hand raised high in the air to catch it. The ball crosses the railing and goes up his head.

He trips over the handrail. He quickly lands on his knees after dragging his right foot behind and pushing his body forward to avoid going over the roof.

Breathing heavily, his heart racing with the wind, his uncertainties dissipating with every drop of perspiration streaming down his face, he hears life whispering in his ears, "Every new minute you get to live is a another chance."
Placing his hands on the ground, he stares up into the sky before standing up, turning around, and yelling, "I caught the ball!"