Today has started off feeling like one of those days where you can do nothing but bad. How ever, as it goes on, its more of a reflect on the good in my life. Therefor, Im thanking everyone who has played some role in my life to make me who I am today, whether it was good or bad or seemed to do nothing at the time, I thank you. I have three of the greatest friends in the world Michael Keller, Nolan Morris, and Skylor Olson, to of the best older siblings, Brittany Gehrke and Nicholas Gehrke, to help me get through the rough times, and one-of-a-kind parents, Mom Fawn Benzing, Brian Benzing, and Dad Shaun Gehrke. There are many more people to add to this list, link aunts who taught me how to do basic things like cooking or uncles who have taught me to be awesome and make any situation in any game positive in some way. Not only have you taught me this, but youve taught me how to teach myself and others. I used to be a bad winner and an even worse loser. I still am at times, but no where near as bad. I couldnt learn this from others though, I had to learn it on my own. It was tough, and had it not been for your prior teachings and me observing how you taught me, I was able to become a good winner and an even greater loser. Brittany and Kevin Beyer are the two most recent witnesses to this. If I was like the way I was 10 years ago, I wouldnt have been able to beat Kevin in a game of bean bag toss. He was initially stomping me out but it didnt phase me because of all you and your knowledge youve given me. I would have gotten crabby and just left the game after the first few rounds. But I stayed because I knew I could beat Kevin. I ended up coming back up from a 6-18 game and winning 20-21 if I remember correctly. My family has taught me to stay in there and never give up, even if it seems impossible. My friends have taught me to ignore what other people think when Im hitting the bottom. I came back up and won because I believed in myself and I didnt care what Britt or Kevin thought about how bad I was losing by. I new I still had a chance at winning, even though I was already so close to losing. When we finished, instead of boasting and bragging like the old Brandon would have done, I went up to Kevin and said good game. If I was at all cocky, I couldnt tell, but Kevin actually responded positively by saying it was a good close game. Then Kevin and Brittany went and played a game. The old Brandon would have gone over to Kevin and started making fun of Britt. However, I went and cheered Brittany on. Just like with myself, I believed she could win even though she ended up getting stuck in a worse position than I was in. I always believed in her. Not once did I attempt to help her throw better like the old Brandon would have done, I just encouraged her. Had I went the path of the old Brandon, she would have lost or quit or beaten me, which ever happened first. But I decided to stick with the under dog of the game even through the darkest parts, and helped cheer to an otherwise impossible victory. I was like a crutch for her like she was for me in the hardest time of my life. I didnt feel proud, ashamed, or any other greedy human feeling. I only felt joy that I was able to help someone in a way that was easy, helped strengthen my bond with them, and brought them happiness. I was able to feed off of Brittanys good vibe she had going because I earned it by helping he through the darkest parts. Old Brandon would have found it awkward to cheer Britt on, but as I said before, my friends taught me to be more open, more care free, more relaxed with my decisions. I overcame what old Brandon otherwise would have never been able to over come only because of you special people out there. You have taught me over the years what no one could have taught themselves, self humiliation. As I like to say it; in order to be a great winner, you have to be an even greater loser. A great loser doesnt care about the score, a great loser doesnt care about winning, all a great loser cares about is joy and happiness. If you can accept and make peace with your faith, youre more likely to change it. If I had been a bad loser, I would have never won that game, I would have never been able to make my sister laugh and smile. I would have never proven that the old Brandon is gone. Sure I get angry at a game, but instead of trying and getting even angrier, I say, Screw it, time to mess around! And I have fun doing it and I do better too. How ever, all roads lead back to the same group of people, the group of people closest to me.
Posted on: Sat, 20 Sep 2014 19:09:05 +0000
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