In This Realm

..I was enjoying my tennis class and deciding what to do next as far as a job was concerned. I had played tennis with my brothers and father in some of the Detroit parks but my favorite, was Farwell park. That one was near my grandmothers house and always had something happening in it. They had a stand alone wall that was used for handball and tennis practice. They also had tennis courts. I practiced every chance I got and that was at least once a week when visiting my grandparents. The class was very informative . I learned how to over head serve, and became rather good at that. I enjoyed playing with my classmates on the courts and then our instructor wanted to see how well I could return his serve. I returned it with an undercut backhand and the ball landed on his side of the court immediately exiting the court where he couldn’t play it. He looked dumb founded at me.

..He mumbled something and told me he wanted me to return his serve again. He blistered one to my right side where I did the same thing. I powered a for handed shot with under cut spin and it bounced on his side of the court away from him. He asked me to come to the net. He wanted to know if I was playing professionally, I told him no, and I don’t think he believed me. He asked if I would stay after class, and “play him a game?” I informed him I would but I was still learning the basics. He gave me a wry smile. The class ended and one of my friends from class, who heard him ask me to stay after class ended, wanted to watch me play him. I was flattered, but I had to tell her he would probably smoke me. She still wanted to see what I could do.

.. I felt his serves were friendly at first and I had no problem returning his volleys. However, after awhile he began to move me back and forth from one side of the court to the other and I was quickly becoming tired. I was able to undercut several of his shots which he wasn’t able to return and won the serve. My serve was not consistent and he easily took the match. I thanked him for the lesson and he smiled. My friend thought I did pretty well, but I informed her I wasn’t even in his league. We left and went to get something refreshing to drink but all I could think about was were I needed to go for employment. I thought about what David had told me about UPS and figured I would need to check them out. I didn’t see a future at the factory. My friend was busy talking and noticed I didn’t hear her? “Michael, you look like you are a million miles away, ” she exclaimed. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I was, and thinking about how God was directing me now. My life’s Journey ….Continued….