Someone on Justine Henin Official Site actually posted his thread as: Poetry in Motion
A couple of minutes ago, I read an article that has the line, a touch of poet. What struck me the most was something else he’d written. Basically; it’s the title of this entry.
Over a year or so, I’ve been honoured enough to know someone that has changed the way I approached life. Yet we’ve never even met. In her own way of doing what she loves most (playing tennis, that is), she has changed the way I look at defeat. And failure. And possibilities. And victories. All the areas in my life that needs molding here and there.
This is just a little snippet of the article I mentioned:
"If Henin looked like Maria Sharapova, no other female tennis player would get a look-in when it came to endorsements. Yet how wonderfully nature sometimes balances its gifts, endowing a statuesque supermodel-type with the most basic forms of weaponry while bestowing upon a plain-faced little woman the instincts and touch of a poet".
courtesy of http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/sport/2007/06/30/hard_case_henin_finds_the_touc.html
So… what happens when you have everything? And by everything; I mean EVERYTHING. Clothes. Money. Love. Beauty. Intelligence. Charm. Poise. Boat. Jet. Name one, it’s yours.
Facing defeat, Justine always says that while it’s disappointing, it’s already in the past. She regreted the fact that she couldn’t win the match, but she does not see her loss as something other than a motivation to get better results next year.
Wimbledon 2006 came in and out almost in the blink of an eye; and before I knew it there she was on the final. Having won the first set 6-2, I was beginning to feel a little bit relaxed. What follows was unpredictable and devastating. Runner up. I couldn’t believe it. I actually broke down and cried; didn’t even bother to see the trophy presentation. Couldn’t sleep. My mind was everywhere, like my brains were scattered. I couldn’t eat. When my stomach would began to growl like crazy then I know I have to eat something. What got me through was her interview. She completely realized what happened, regretted the fact that she couldn’t convert, but knows she has to keep working on her weaknesses to get better.
Achieving victory, she says she’s happy to have won it. It’s a great feeling to win. It reminded her why she loves to play tennis; to savour moments like those. To actually feel that winning feeling. Yet none of it matters if you don’t have someone (people) to share it with. Everyone who adores her knows what kind of ordeal she has to go through in her life. She married very young, at the age of 20, yet she found herself separated from her husband of 4 years, Pierre-Yves Hardenne.
Hence: Justine Henin -> Justine Henin-Hardenne -> Justine Henin.
She lost contact with the remaining Henin clan (her mom died when she was 12, and her elder sister died at 2); her brothers and sisters, and her dad; from about when she was 18. Reasons remain unknown. She’s private. All she has to say was that the turning point which lead to reconcilliation came the day she recieved a call from Sarah, her younger sister, telling her about David (her brother), had been in an auto accident and was in a comma. Went to the hospital she did. When her brother woke up with her standing beside his bed; the rest is history. The family has now reunited, and everyone can see how much happier she is now. At the French Open this year, after saying her gratitude for the reunition of her family, her other brother Thomas blew her a kiss from the stands. I, being the crazy fan that I am, had tears on the corner of my eyes. For never before (from the past two weeks of RG which I had to follow patiently from the internet and rely my sights to Roland Garros at Sports News) have I seen a more beautiful moment than that. Not even her backhand smash.
On possibilities, not once has she approached her match with an underestimating attitude. She always consider her opponent as the one who can actually gut her alive; the one who can take it all away from her. Mistakes? They happen. She’s improved her serves, and that came duly noted. In 1 match where she usually can have about 5 or 6 double faults; these days it’s 1 or 2 in each set. Sometimes 1 or 2 in each match. Finesse and focus, I think she’s the one you should look up to. If you’re a tennis fan.
Everyone refers to Mademoiselle Henin (and they still call her Madame Henin in some tournaments) as the Tiny Belgian. Or comeback queen (2004 Athens Olympic, where she won the gold medal. In the semis, it was 1 set apiece, with her down 1-5 in the third set. Her opponent only needed 4 points to win the match. Instead; Justine won the final set 8-6, and booked a place in the final. It was Belgium’s FIRST EVER gold medal). Or Queen of Clay. Or the 5"5′ woman who posseses if not THE best one handed backhand in the tennis game. Men’s and women’s. And (this is interesting), she loves to skydive. Like the Adidas slogan, Impossible is Nothing.
Dealing with failure, her statement could not be any simpler. It’s what you go through in life. Instead of over mourning what you failed to do, pack your bags and deal with life. Make it a chapter in your long biography.
So why is it that we don’t have everything? Why do we have to go trough what seems to be the most painful part of life? Why can’t we only have the good ones?
To balance it out. To give you a chance to see life from a different angle. A different perspective. And… most of all… to learn from other people. Just like I learned from Justine.