Good morning, everyone.
I want to take you back two years, to a single day in fifth grade that taught me one of life’s greatest lessons. It was the day of our school dodgeball championship.
Our team was just a group of classmates, energetic but unpolished. Our opponents, the reigning fifth-grade champions, were taller and stronger. To us, they were giants.
But this challenge didn’t intimidate us; it united us. Practice became our mission. We weren’t just throwing balls; we were building trust, learning to move as a single, cohesive unit with one shared heartbeat.
The day of the final was electric, a roar of sound and pressure. We faced the giants, not with fear, but with a plan. We would use our speed and our minds to overcome their power.
I remember the final, intense moments. Their best player launched a ball straight at me like a rocket. In that split second, everything went quiet. I dodged, the ball missed by a hair, and our collective dream was still alive.
Moments later, the final whistle blew. The impossible had happened. We had won.
That day taught me a lesson far beyond the court. It taught me that the true measure of a team isn’t its size, but the size of its shared dream. And it proved that with courage and unbreakable unity, even the smallest underdogs can stand tall and become giants.
Thank you.