Ummm... Mr Yeo is it? But somehow I am not so sure eh.... cos you see it's obvious you're posting from an NTU server.... IF you're really Mr Yeo, then WELCOME! But I am guessing this is obviously another one classmate posing as Mr Yeo.... -- || Welcome to SEC 4/3 ONLINE K.A.M.P.O.N.G ||

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Date Posted: 14:47:53 08/14/03 Thu
Author: Aidah: Your beloved ONLINE Moderator
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Ummm... Mr Yeo is it? But somehow I am not so sure eh.... cos you see it's obvious you're posting from an NTU server.... IF you're really Mr Yeo, then WELCOME! But I am guessing this is obviously another one classmate posing as Mr Yeo....
In reply to: walnut 's message, "a story" on 23:53:23 08/12/03 Tue

>since i begin the class most of the time with a
>story... i will continue with a story....
>
>THE MOTHER
>This teenager lived alone with his mother, and the two
>of them had a very special relationship. Even though
>the son was always on the bench, his mother was always
>in the stands cheering. She never missed a game.
>
>This young man was still the smallest of the class
>when he entered high school. But his mother continued
>to encourage him but also made it very clear that he
>did not have to play football if he didn't want to.
>But the young man loved football and decided to hang
>in there.
>
>He was determined to try his best at every practice,
>and perhaps he'd get to play when he became a senior.
>All through high school he never missed a practice or
>a game, but remained a bench warmer all four years.
>
>His faithful mother was always in the stands, always
>with words of encouragement for him. When the young
>man went to college, he decided to try out for the
>football team as a "walk-on." Everyone was sure he
>could never make the cut, but he did. The coach
>admitted that he kept him on the roster because he
>always puts his heart and soul into every practice,
>and at the same time, provided the other members with
>the spirit and hustle they badly needed.
>
>The news that he had survived the cut thrilled him so
>much that he rushed to the nearest phone and called
>his mother. His mother shared his excitement and was
>sent season tickets for all the college games. This
>persistent young athlete never missed practice during
>his four years at college, but he never got to play in
>the game.
>
>
>
>
>It was the end of his senior football season, and as
>he trotted onto the practice field shortly before the
>big play-off game, the coach met him with a telegram.
>The young man read the telegram and he became deathly
>silent. Swallowing hard, he mumbled to the coach, "My
>mother died this morning. Is it all right if I miss
>practice today?" The coach put his arm gently around
>his shoulder and said, "Take the rest of the week off,
>son. And don't even plan to come back to the game on
>Saturday.
>
>Saturday arrived, and the game was not going well. In
>the third quarter, when the team as ten points behind,
>a silent young man quietly slipped into the empty
>locker room and put on his football gear. As he ran
>onto the sidelines, the coach and his players were
>astounded to see their faithful team-mate back so
>soon. "Coach, please let me play. I've just got to
>play today," said the young man. The coach pretended
>not to hear him. There was no way he wanted his worst
>player in this close play-off game. But the young man
>persisted, and finally feeling sorry for the kid, the
>coach gave in.
>
>"All right," he said. "You can go in." Before long,
>the coach, the players and everyone in the stands
>could not believe their eyes. This little unknown, who
>had never played before was doing everything right.
>The opposing team could not stop him. He ran, blocked
>and tackled like a star. His team began to triumph.
>The score was soon tied.
>
>In the closing seconds of the game, this kid
>intercepted a pass and ran all the way for the winning
>touchdown. The fans broke loose. His team-mates
>hoisted him onto their shoulders. Such cheering you've
>never heard!
>
>
>
>Finally, after the stands had emptied and the team had
>showered and left the locker room, the coach noticed
>that the young man was sitting quietly in the corner
>all alone. The coach came to him and said, "Kid, I
>can't believe it. You were fantastic! Tell me what got
>into you? How did you do it?"
>
>He looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes, and
>said, " Well, you knew my mom died, but did you know
>that my mom was blind?
>
>The young man swallowed hard and forced a smile, "Mom
>came to all my games, but today was the first time she
>could see me play, and I wanted to show her I could do
>it!"
>
>enjoy! ur story teller...

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Re: Ummm... Mr Yeo is it? But somehow I am not so sure eh.... cos you see it's obvious you're posting from an NTU server.... IF you're really Mr Yeo, then WELCOME! But I am guessing this is obviously another one classmate posing as Mr Yeo.... -- walnut, 22:02:58 08/14/03 Thu
aidah..based on that i can vouch that it is really mr yeo;p (NT) -- xiu, 15:46:17 08/16/03 Sat