The man who made a difference...

There has been no posts in this blog so far. Perhaps because, it was started for absolute Velapanthi. Someone suggested that I give some JEE tips here, but I will use Anuj's blog for this. But today I realise there is a greater topic to be posted here.
Today, I want to write about a person who made a difference to my life...No, not about my parents or VMC or someone from IIT.. someone else..I wouldn't name him here...for if I do, then this post will be associated with the person I am talking about and whom you don't even know.But I want you to think of the person who resembles the description given.
I was once a timid commoner and I had no passion or hope of being what I am today..(still a commoner, but special in some sense)..He was a Physical trainer at our school and he asked our class to learn playing basketball..I started doing it..but to his surprise, I was even afraid of holding the ball..I couldn't dribble or charge ahead with the ball .Whenever I got the ball, my hands shivered and my legs froze..I had no choice but to pass it to someone else..I had perhaps given up on the game..I was perhaps satisfied with what I knew and wanted no more. But he wasn't. He wanted me to play and play fearlessly..
He made me practise hard..three hours each day..made me play on the empty court..and I hated
him for that..Why was this man behind me?? Then he made me play with small kids halfd my age(It was humiliating..), but slowly I got rid of the fear of the ball..I could be easy with it and it gave me confidence.. which was soon reflected in my studies.. I had got immense energy and I could use it at my will..I then became one of the best basketball players of the school..I was no longer afraid of taking up new challenges...He gave me the spirit to charge ahead towards my goal and that has made all the difference.
But once JEE preparations began, I hardly played the game and after the JEE results, people around came to congratulate and I hardly realised that there was someone missing.
Today, I saw him on his bed.. fighting a disease..The person whom I expected to be healthy till 80 was lying there at 42 weak, pale and depressed..I had no words to speak to him.. not even thanks..Perhaps, he has given his entire courage to people like me..he has no courage left..
I want you to pray for his quick recovery..for him, for me..for the person who has made all the difference to your lives...