The Jealous reactions of one person to the success of a friend.
Jealousy can lead you to do something which you yourself would not even have expected. This was what happen to me when i became jealous of John for being the best player in the school team.
John and i were good friends ever since primary school, everything changed after John and i enter the CCA(Co-Curricular Activity), Floorball, for three years. Due to John's good performance, he was selected to be the captain of the team when he was in Secondary 3. Me, on the other hand, envied John's achievement, though it may seem as a motivation for me to perform better, it happen other wise. Instead of improving my skills, i was jealous of John and that led me kept slipping. It seems like no matter how hard I tried to train myself, my skills was not as good as his, though I was a better player than anyone else.
Once, I asked John as to how was he able to have such tremendous skills? Being humble, he replied that it was merely luck that the stick brought to him that leads him to be able to play well. At that point of time, I thought John did not want to share his "formula" to success. Jealous, I tried to hatch a plan that would allow me to become the captain instead of him. An idea suddenly dawned on me. "Hey John, want to have a friendly match with me?" I eagerly asked him, two days before our next training. He agreed without hesitation. My plans began to unfold...
As we stood in ready position, a wave of guilt washed over me as I imagined the anguish my evil plans would bring to John. However, the feeling was replaced with a rush of adrenaline as I thought of finally being able to replace John to become the captain of the school team. The mere thought of it was intoxicating. I could not contain my excitement. With a whistle blow by a friend of my who volunteered to be the referee, I smiled sarcastically. The game started.
I manoeuvred the ball right into John's goalpost without hesitations. John was shocked at my roughness, however, it was only expressed on his face. For the next few goals, I intentionally banged into him for several times. At the last two minutes, I deliberately pushed him onto the ground. It was then, he started groaning in pain. I had achieved what I planned to do- injured him. Then, Tim the referee immediately called for the ambulance and John was sent to the hospital.
That moment, guilt and horror at my actions assailed me. What had I done to John? Why did I not think of the consequences before acting?
As the ambulance disappeared round the corner, tears flowed down my cheeks. What was once a position I wanted badly had now lost all it allure. After two months of recuperating, John has finally recovered, however, has sustained a permanent damage at his ankle, which will affect his performance. This incident, just because of the jealousy of the success of one friend, led me to live in guilt forever as I did not have the courage to apologise to him...