Half an hour before typing this entry, my friends and family were watching the Super Bowl. The usual scene takes place, a table filled with food and drinks, in a living room crowded with people ranging from 2 to 70 years old. Everyone having their pick on whom they wanted to win, either the Pittsburg Steelers or the Arizona Cardinals. If someone walked into the room, they would see that there was a divide in the group, people wearing the colors of whom they wanted to win. I personally wanted the Steelers to win and so I had on black and gold. With all the chaotic screaming and music, one would easily think that it was a mad house. Little kids running around, bored because they didn’t know what the Super Bowl was, while the others are all yelling at the plasma TV. for a team to make a touchdown. I had my share in it as I was mad when Santonio Holmes had failed to make the touchdown they needed to win. The ball had slipped through his fingers and I remember the disappointment I felt. But also the share of happiness, when Holmes had made an impressive play of catching the football on his tippy toes, before falling out of bounds. Thinking back to the gathering, I realized how fortunate I was that I was able to be surrounded by my family and friends. People don’t always realize the value of life and take things for granted. I wondered how much more gatherings we would have with everyone in perfect health. This makes you realize that you need to be thankful and make every minute count and actually have a healthy relationship with your family. There are many kids I know, who don’t even take the time to talk to their parents. This is bad, as the relationship gets further away and one day your chance to talk to them would be gone. All in all, despite our contradicting views on who should have won the Super Bowl and all the chaos, I realized how much my family and friends mean to me.
(STEELERS!!!)
