Everyday, I walk through a theme park. Some days I own the theme park. Some days I am just another customer. Many times I go on a roller coaster. My heart races as I reach the top, because I know I am just about to fall again. I get off. Then, I go to a prize booth and try to throw a ring perfectly to get it right around a bottle, in order to win a beautiful prize. I practice and practice, but never am I able to get the prize. What I want is so close because I can see it and feel it, but so far because I will never be able to hold it. I don’t lose hope, everyday I ride on the roller coaster then go to throw the ring. Time after time the ring misses the bottle. Today, I finished my roller coaster ride and am now approaching the ring-throwing booth, I notice it’s very crowded with many adult struggling to win the prize. Amongst all these adults I see a small girl struggling ten times as hard, because she knows that the adults are going to move on to a new booth if they are not able to get this prize, but she is only focusing on this game and she isn’t stopping until she gets what she wants. Unlike the adults, the little girl is not struggling because the prize looks beautiful or big, but because she wants to cuddle the prize in her small hands, and take care of it as if it’s her own child. As I examine this, I realize that the innocent girl is really the only one worthy of the prize. I take a seat at the booth as another adult moves on to a new booth. My eyes look directly at the bottle, I touch the cold golden ring, taking my time before I throw it. I keep thinking of the prize. As I release the ring I don’t think of it’s beauty, I think of whose going to keep her safe and care for her. The ring clinks wonderfully on top of the bottle, and makes a perfect landing. Many of the adults cheer for me, even though it’s apparent they are not sincere, since they wanted the prize for themselves. However, the man at the booth hands me the prize… I hold her in my arms, and gaze upon her beauty. Why do I feel so horrible? This is what I wanted. This is what I worked for, but she rightfully  is not mine. I look at the prize up and down, then without my brain thinking, my heart tells my hand what to do. My arm involuntarily reaches out to the small girl. She smiles joyously, and is extremely thankful. I watch her walk away, cuddling the prize in her hands. As she walks away, not only do I see the little girl’s priceless smile but I also see her smile. Funny, isn’t it? All this time nobody was able to win the prize until somebody realized what she deserved. Although the prize is not in my possession, I have still won.