Dear Mr Sim,
This may be the upteen time i had said thank you and i will say it again; thank you.
Thank you for being such a patient man with me. Although i was just a student to you, you invested so much time in me. Nurturing and teaching me all this time. If it wasn’t for you, I would still not discover who i am and can be up till today! Giving me my first ever badminton raquet was good enough, but you went on to teach me the strokes, the techniques and most importantly, the gamesmanship. You took me running and encouraged me to play hard. Taught me humility when I won and picking myself up when i lost; I still remember!
I still remember when i was chubby and unwilling; detesting to mix around in my new school and attracting bullies like bees to honey. I’m not exaggerating here! Being a transfer student and making new friends when everyone already knew each other is not exactly the perfect combination so i isolated myself, shunning away from the crowd. I entered into TAF club and you were in charged of it! Your growing white hair and (relatively) big (but firm) tummy is not exactly the kind of PE teacher i was imagining about but oh well! We skipped to the (damn bloody) music while you count down slowly and motivated us with apples and broccoli. Thats really not i what i was looking for but… You get the point. Then you picked me out in the skipping competition at sports day! i was like: “Hmm.. Are you sure?!” You never regret. (i hope)
Again, thank you for letting me discover who i am and what i can be. “You are not down until you tell yourself so!’ You said that to me when i lost the second round in the North Zone Badminton Championship. Thank you.
Yours sincerely,
Alex Ching
i swear that the above-written is true! Yes. I was fat.
