Young athletic boy

Once upon a time, there was a young athletic boy who was determined to succeed. For him, winning was the only thing that mattered, and success was defined solely by winning.

One day, the boy was getting ready to compete in a running race in his small village, along with two other young boys.

A large crowd had gathered to watch the sporting event, and a wise old man had travelled a long distance to bear witness as well, after hearing about the little boy.

The race began with what appeared to be a level heat at the finish line, but the child dug deep and, with his drive, strength, and power, he crossed the finish line first.

The audience was delighted and clapped for the boy.

The wise man stood motionless and emotionless.

The little boy, on the other hand, was filled with pride and self-esteem.

A second race was called, and two new young, fit challengers stepped forward to run alongside the young boy.

The race began, and once again, the little boy came through and finished first.

Again the audience was delighted and clapped for the boy.

Once more, the Wiseman maintains his calm attitude and expresses no emotion.

However the little boy felt proud and excited.

The wise old man stepped forward and presented the little boy with two new adversaries. an elderly shaky lady and a blind man.

What exactly is going on here? The little boy was questioned. He exclaimed, "This isn't a race."

The wise old man said, " It's a race".

The race was started and the little boy was the only finisher, the other two challengers left standing at the starting point.

The youngster was overjoyed, and he raised his arms in celebration. The crowd, on the other hand, was deafeningly silent, expressing no sympathy for the youngster.

What exactly happened? Why don't the people join in my success? He enquired of the wise old man.

The wise man responded Finish together this time, all three of you.

The little boy paused for a moment, stood in the middle of the blind man and the trembling old lady, and then took the two challengers by the hand.

The race begins and the little boy walks slowly, ever so slowly to the finishing line and crosses it.

The crowd were ecstatic, cheered and waved at the boy.

the wise man smiled, gently nodding his head. The little boy ​felt proud and important.

I'm sorry, but I don't get it, old man! Who is the audience cheering for?

Which of the three of us? The little boy inquired.

The wise man looked into the little boy's eyes and softly replied, "Little boy, for this race, you have owned much more than in any race you have ever run before, and for this race, the crowd cheers not for any winners.Sometimes, "Winning isn't always the most important thing.You have won people’s respect. They cheer to show the respect how you ran.”