give an essay about "THRILLING EXPERIENCE ".........
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Our life usually moves in a dull grove, free from extraordinary thrills. But now and then something happens that quirks the pitch, quicker pace. It may be a hair-breadth escape, or a glorious adventure, or only a flash of novelty in a drab world of commonplace things. But whatever it is, it gives us a moment of real excitement. And it lives in the memory; we recall it now and then.
Such an incident happened in my life and quite unexpectedly. It brought me into the limelight for a brief while but the memory of it will remain fresh forever. For me, it was a joy indeed.
The incident took place, believe it or not, on the playground. I was something of a football player but I had never been a good player. I played for the mere joy that I got out of the game but I played with a will and put whole heart into the game. The result was that, though I had plenty of energy and enthusiasm, I was never picked for my regular college team. At last my patience was rewarded. It was for me the day of all days. Our team had moved into the final and was meeting its rival. Our star-player sent word at the last moment that he was ill and he could not take the field. However, somebody would have to fill the blank and that somebody had to be myself. The captain called me up almost apologetically — there I was, kit and all, on the playground, greeted by the cheers of my friends and a few jeers from those who had little faith in my prowess.
I can tell you that I played like a demon. I was here, there and everywhere—now leading the attack, now falling back to help the defense, and proved a total footballer indeed, a golden moment in my life. For a time, I was the centre of all attention, the object of universal applause. And, believe it or not, it was I who put in the winning goal, –the ball into the net. Suddenly one of our wing-men sent in a perfect centre and the ball landed almost at my feet. The gilt-edged chance begged to be converted into the goal,— and like a bullet I went, straight past the goal-keeper into the far corner of the net. It marked the climax of a glorious day. Loud and lusty cheers almost rent the sky. Those who came to scoff now remained to praise me. I was the hero, the savior of my side in a crisis. I enjoyed my popularity while it lasted and even now as I look back on the episode, my heart is filled with untold pleasure and dances and leaps up.
Such an incident happened in my life and quite unexpectedly. It brought me into the limelight for a brief while but the memory of it will remain fresh forever. For me, it was a joy indeed.
The incident took place, believe it or not, on the playground. I was something of a football player but I had never been a good player. I played for the mere joy that I got out of the game but I played with a will and put whole heart into the game. The result was that, though I had plenty of energy and enthusiasm, I was never picked for my regular college team. At last my patience was rewarded. It was for me the day of all days. Our team had moved into the final and was meeting its rival. Our star-player sent word at the last moment that he was ill and he could not take the field. However, somebody would have to fill the blank and that somebody had to be myself. The captain called me up almost apologetically — there I was, kit and all, on the playground, greeted by the cheers of my friends and a few jeers from those who had little faith in my prowess.
I can tell you that I played like a demon. I was here, there and everywhere—now leading the attack, now falling back to help the defense, and proved a total footballer indeed, a golden moment in my life. For a time, I was the centre of all attention, the object of universal applause. And, believe it or not, it was I who put in the winning goal, –the ball into the net. Suddenly one of our wing-men sent in a perfect centre and the ball landed almost at my feet. The gilt-edged chance begged to be converted into the goal,— and like a bullet I went, straight past the goal-keeper into the far corner of the net. It marked the climax of a glorious day. Loud and lusty cheers almost rent the sky. Those who came to scoff now remained to praise me. I was the hero, the savior of my side in a crisis. I enjoyed my popularity while it lasted and even now as I look back on the episode, my heart is filled with untold pleasure and dances and leaps up.
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thrills. But now and then something happens that quirks the pitch, quicker pace. It may be a hair-breadth escape, or a glorious adventure, or only a flash of novelty in a drab world of commonplace things. But whatever it is, it gives us a moment of real excitement. And it lives in the memory; we recall it now and then.
Such an incident happened in my life and quite unexpectedly. It brought me into the limelight for a brief while but the memory of it will remain fresh forever. For me, it was a joy indeed.
The incident took place, believe it or not, on the playground. I was something of a football player but I had never been a good player. I played for the mere joy that I got out of the game but I played with a will and put whole heart into the game. The result was that, though I had plenty of energy and enthusiasm, I was never picked for my regular college team. At last my patience was rewarded. It was for me the day of all days. Our team had moved into the final and was meeting its rival. Our star-player sent word at the last moment that he was ill and he could not take the field. However, somebody would have to fill the blank and that somebody had to be myself.
Such an incident happened in my life and quite unexpectedly. It brought me into the limelight for a brief while but the memory of it will remain fresh forever. For me, it was a joy indeed.
The incident took place, believe it or not, on the playground. I was something of a football player but I had never been a good player. I played for the mere joy that I got out of the game but I played with a will and put whole heart into the game. The result was that, though I had plenty of energy and enthusiasm, I was never picked for my regular college team. At last my patience was rewarded. It was for me the day of all days. Our team had moved into the final and was meeting its rival. Our star-player sent word at the last moment that he was ill and he could not take the field. However, somebody would have to fill the blank and that somebody had to be myself.
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