Balance

Sports has always been benevolent to Johnny.
100m Boys Champion.

200m Boys Champion.

4 x 100m Boys Champion.

4 x 400m Boys 1st Runner Up(Let's blame it on the 3rd runner).

1992-1998 Boys Overall Champion.

1994 -1998 Boys Cross Country Champion.

Finisher of the Iron Man Marathon in 2002. 4TH, 8TH & 3RD in the Standard Chartered Marathon consequitively for 3 years running.

Accolades fit for a king. This was just the first row of trophies in Johnny's cabinet. Yet there were still spaces for a few more.

A gleam of smile flashed across Johnny's face as he admired all the gold that represented his conquering days.Vivid memories always seem to find its way into his head whenever he closed his eyes. From his first Sports Day in Primary 4 all the way to the most recent event he took part in.

His parents were ever present at all events. They were there to share the same cup of memories. Pictures of triumphs that last a lifetime.The support he received was massive, like the fate he is condemned to. Admist the flashbacks, Johnny spilled the scorching coffee on his lap. But yet he remained calm...like the last few steps towards the end line that was all too familiar to him.

Johnny went out into the garden.Perhaps he needed some fresh air to cool his troubled mind. There was the uncanny smell of rain in the air. Johnny looked up and saw moody grey clouds lumbering over the small colourful roofs in the distance. Not far away from him was a garden snail, making its way slowly and painfully to the Ixora bush. In 20 miinutes, slowly but surely, it finally reached its destination. A very small distance yet it envied Johnny for he might take all of Eternity and still fail to do likewise.

Johnny smiled. What a contrast. How he wished he could move. Even if it meant as slow as the garden snail. Freedom of movement governed him for all of his glory days. Now condemned to a wheel chair, Johnny realised that it is no fun being paralyze.