My name is Klára, and I am 10 years old. Together with my older sister, Jana, I live in DD Tuchlov.
Our aunts and uncles, who take care of us, are very nice, and I like them all. They often go on trips with us and do a lot of activities with us.
On Saturday, October 7, Aunt Jana and the children from our family went to Krupka, where I was expected, to participate in the Krupka Charity Run, which helps the Teplice hospital.
After the presentation and opening ceremony, I focused on myself, warmed up, and stretched. I had a lot of stage fright.
After the announcement, I went to the start with the youngest children. A 2.3 km long track awaited us.
I managed the start in first place with an asterisk. They say it just got dusty behind me. At least that's what our aunt Jana said.
The goal was still in sight when I caught up with the exhausted little girl, knelt, and cried that she couldn't run anymore.
I stopped and gave the little girl a helping hand. Together, we continued at a slower pace along the prepared track towards the goal.
The others were ahead of us, but it did not matter. I understood the meaning of the saying: "It's not important to win, but to participate."
The goal was already in sight.
When I saw Aunt Jana and the children from our family in the distance and heard their encouragement, I ran with all my might to the finish line!
Aunt Jana hugged me, and I cried with emotion. Tears streamed down my cheeks. Only when I calmed down, I did tell my aunt that I had helped a little girl who was tired and probably wouldn't have reached the finish line without my help.
My aunt praised me and was very proud of me.
I wasn't sorry that I wasn't among the first, but I was very happy to be able to help where it was needed.