Perseverance is the name of the game

Every morning, on my way to work, I pass a park. And every day, I see a strange sight. There, in the middle of the vast field is this tiny little man, stretching and exercising away. He seems completely oblivious to everyone around him. The other people in the park, the people in the bust stop right in front of him, people in the buses and cars passing him by. All staring at him...at the unusual sight.
He catches my eye everyday and I marvel at his tenacity. Dressed in a footballer's attire, even at 9:30 in the morning, when everybody is about their business, his fellow footballers have obviously called it a day, he practices his moves and practices on. I look on fascinated from my window seat in the bus and my mind weaves stories around him.
He is the dwarf G who has been taken into the team recently. Laughed and jeered at by the rest for his short stature, he has a point to prove. G practices an extra three hours every day to make up for his disadvantage. He has to prove to the coach that his decision wasn't wrong. So come sun, rain or cold, he's out there practicing.
That story was a figment of my fascination, but there is no denying that there is something in the little guy that made me feel respect for him and his single mindedness. Hat's off to the perseverance and discipline that he embodies for me. Not many people have it, whether it is because of a disadvantage or otherwise. I wish fervently that I had even an ounce of the self will he obviously does.