She’d waited all year for the chance to compete. The strongest runner of her grade. The day came for the 100 yard dash. She was filled with excitement and oh so unaware that in an instant her hopes would be dashed. The whistle blew and she shot out like a ball from a cannon. Her head held high as she crossed that finish line by far the winner for all to see. Little did she know that politics would once again rule and the title would be given to the kids who’s mom worked at the school. Defeated in spirit for sure but with grace and dignity she carried herself. Proud parents we were dashing her to her side beaming with pride. She carried herself so well despite the obvious disappointment we felt inside.