Finally, today it hit me. The sadness. The nostalgia before leaving a place. The feeling that people are so beautiful. Their humor, the way they laugh, the way they think, the things they like and enjoy, the way a group of friends enjoy or tease each other and laugh and spend time together. It's so beautiful, so heart-warming. I missed this. I thought I wouldn't have friends that I'd really miss here, but I do.
The theme of the last semester/year has been: friendship. God has showed me what friendship looks like again. It's been a while since I felt that people were so beautiful. I have a handful of MBA friends, a handful of Church friends and a suite-mate I'll really miss. Maybe miss isn't the right word/feeling. It's a feeling of great warmth when I think about them and who they are.
I used to be so concerned with keeping up with people, and yes I think it is still important--even simple short sweet emails or texts or something. But it's not that big of a deal. Friends are always friends forever, as in you'll be glad to see each other whenever you do. And local friends will always be the ones who have the weight of responsibility of helping you out when you need a physical presence. Family and special friends might cross the boundaries of distance, but that's how I generally see it now.
I remember in high school, I was pretty cynical about the concept of "leaving", and felt that when one person moves away, there is always one party that "forgets" the other party first and moves on more quickly. And I perceived myself as the party that generally moves on slower or has greater 'depth of affection' or whatever, but I think I was just being overly dramatic. My heart has grown stronger since high school and more mature.
Well, there's still 8-9 days left, so I plan to enjoy it as much as possible. And for the record, God is the most beautiful. Everything that I experience now makes me love Him all the more--it's amazing how each person is so different and still so beautiful. Even with all our hurts and brokenness, I can see the beauty.
Friday, April 21, 2017
Monday, April 3, 2017
Beautiful basketball story
This past Saturday, I watched Michigan's WNIT (basketball) finals. We won after going overtime 3 times. During the last quarter, we were down 64-67 with only less than 20 seconds. Coach called time out. I knew they were planning how to set up Katelynn for a 3-pointer, or at least draw a 3-pointer foul. At that moment, we needed a 3-pointer, which typically has a 35% making-it rate. But Katelynn did it. When we needed the 3-pointer the most, she pulled through. It was amazing. But with 5 seconds left, the other team got fouled by us, so they had 2 foul shots. Those are like 70%-in rate, and they get 2, so basically there's no way they'd miss both (less than 10% chance). But they did. and we went overtime.
It was the most exciting game ever. Even the players themselves said they never went overtime 3 times. The greatest MBA fan next to me cried after we passed through to the first overtime. I myself could not bear to watch the free throw shots, because I knew there was no way they'd miss those. I looked away. I couldn't believe it, that they actually missed both.
Even today, we were still all sharing news articles and stats about the game with each other. We read up on how the star players got better over time. Hallie, who is 6'5" used to not be so confident, and always passed the ball back to the guards. One time, a senior guard got pissed off, and was like: "Hallie, if you ever pass it back out to me when you're one-on-one, I'll kill you". After that, Hallie got the message. The article also talked about how Hallie used to be so hard on herself after games. The coach and assistant coaches were also part-time psychologists, texting her, encouraging her and calling her after games to make sure she was okay.
My MBA friend and I were discussing this article, and my friend said: "I just remembered she is under 20....", and I said: "yea, everyone is under 20 deep inside though"
It was so beautiful to read about their lives, and how much they've grown, how hard they've worked and how much they value their team.
As I was thinking about how beautiful their stories were, I thought of my own life. Though my life is not public, it is also beautiful and encouraging. because of what Jesus did. Just this sudden thought was encouraging. Sometimes I wish I could share more of my life with more people.
It was the most exciting game ever. Even the players themselves said they never went overtime 3 times. The greatest MBA fan next to me cried after we passed through to the first overtime. I myself could not bear to watch the free throw shots, because I knew there was no way they'd miss those. I looked away. I couldn't believe it, that they actually missed both.
Even today, we were still all sharing news articles and stats about the game with each other. We read up on how the star players got better over time. Hallie, who is 6'5" used to not be so confident, and always passed the ball back to the guards. One time, a senior guard got pissed off, and was like: "Hallie, if you ever pass it back out to me when you're one-on-one, I'll kill you". After that, Hallie got the message. The article also talked about how Hallie used to be so hard on herself after games. The coach and assistant coaches were also part-time psychologists, texting her, encouraging her and calling her after games to make sure she was okay.
My MBA friend and I were discussing this article, and my friend said: "I just remembered she is under 20....", and I said: "yea, everyone is under 20 deep inside though"
It was so beautiful to read about their lives, and how much they've grown, how hard they've worked and how much they value their team.
As I was thinking about how beautiful their stories were, I thought of my own life. Though my life is not public, it is also beautiful and encouraging. because of what Jesus did. Just this sudden thought was encouraging. Sometimes I wish I could share more of my life with more people.
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