Whenever I come across an excellent example of something I’d like to emulate - or I think you’d like to emulate - I always try to post it here and find a way to link it to Myrtle Beach real estate.
Today’s example has absolutely nothing to do with real estate, other than the subject of the post being my 8 year-old son, Greg.
About a month ago, we happened to be in a local indoor sports venue called “Sports Zone.” And on this particular afternoon, the local Elks Lodge was running their annual Soccer Shoot-Out for local kids. We did not know this in advance and, in fact, when Greg first saw it, he wanted nothing to do with it. (This is a kid that, if he can’t immediately be the best at something, he doesn’t want to even try it.)
In the end, the magnetism of “fun” won out over the possibility of being anything other than The Best.
The kids in his age range were given three chances to kick a soccer ball through five increasingly-smaller goals, for a total of 15 chances.  We watched a couple of kids do pretty well, and then it was Greg’s turn. For a kid that has never played soccer, we agreed that he did quite well, scoring 12 out of 15 goals that day.
Imagine, then, our surprise at receiving a letter inviting us to an award ceremony at the Elks Lodge a week later ~ apparently the kid who never played soccer was one of the top three!
Now imagine our surprise to discover that the non-soccer player won first place, AND was being invited to the state championship.
Well, the state championship was this past weekend, and Greg, who has now decided that he WANTS to play soccer (because apparently he CAN be number one), fully understood that he was going up against all the other #1’s in South Carolina.
Right before they called his name, he turned to me and said, “Dad, if I do really well, do you think that Mom will let me play soccer on a team?”
Ah, the moment of truth.
“I don’t know if she will, with all of your other activities, but I’ll back you up if you do well here today.”
He flashed the normally-mischievious smile which I now understand was actually dogged determination. Now he had a tangible reason to do well this day.
Greg tied for first place in his age group, and the Elks hastily set up a tie-breaker in which both children were to kick five balls through the narrowest goal, winner take all.
The other child went first - four goals. Greg looked at him, with his soccer team uniform and Go-ahead-beat-this look on his face. Greg stepped up - four goals.
Tie-breaker number two presented both kids with more pressure, and it showed. The other child went first again, and was only able to score two goals. Greg looked at me with the fierce determination we all have with a winning goal in plan view.
When it was all over, Greg had scored only one goal.
But the most amazing thing happened. It did not faze him one bit. His determination to find a way to get Mom to let him play soccer on a team took him to the state championship against the Number One soccer-playing kid in South Carolina - and only one measly goal separated them.
And his determination won - Mom said Greg can play on a soccer team next year.
Where will your determination take you in 2009?
