Bocce Ball

Last Sunday I went to the Special Olympics Bocce Ball event to do community service. The whole event lasted for 8 hours, and was very exhausting. However, it was something new for me. I thought I was going to act all weird when helping the athletes. Cause usually when I see people who are handicapped, I usually just feel bad and turn my head away. It was surprising how when the event started, everything just came naturally. I encountered so many different kinds of people. Young girls, teenage boys, elderly women and men. There was this one lady who used a walking assistant device. It was challenging for her to walk around all the time. And the rules were when it's the opposite person's turn, nobody else should be in the box. So I helped her, and talked with her while we were walking. She kept on saying the same thing. And I kept on answering her the same thing. I felt I became very patient that day. There was also an elderly man who didn't stop throwing his Bocce balls until he ran out of them. And I didn't want to make him feel bad. So I just let him continue. Later, his coach came and asked me if I understood how to score Bocce Ball. I felt really bad. Then the lady told me it was okay to tell the athletes what's wrong and what's right. That made me realize that deep down I felt sympathetic, and maybe I shouldn't be so, cause they're all fine. They're all very nice people, who see themselves as champions. And we should see them as champions as well!