I want to tell you a story
a story of a little girl a
little girl who was born in the
Belgian ardennes in the 1980s
this little girl she has a dream to win
roland garros easy except that for
to win roland-garros it takes a
tennis racket and with a ball
it’s better and so at age 9 she takes
his first tennis court and everything from
next she hangs and suddenly ben day
after day they are getting closer to
little her dream she is 11 years old they
come home from school and she asks
his parents is what you would be
okay if I go to a school of
tennis because I really want to
to win roland-garros so I’m not
especially talented but I still
want to push my limits
his parents to his biggest surprise
down accepts and so here she is at 11 years old
in a tennis school
so she trains hard it’s all
days she pats in this little ball
yellow
she is getting closer slowly but
surely from his dream so I do not know
if you know but childhood in
sportsman has done a lot of
sacrifices
so for her it does not look like
sacrifices because obviously
she is made to play tennis but
for example, we do not leave
on a school trip with the school because
that you have to stay in belgium
train and participate in tournaments
but also no evening with the
girlfriends we stay and we go to sleep early
winter and summer rain or rain
snow
we will run in the morning before school with
the coach behind who honk
Here is the topo of a player’s childhood
of tennis
this girl is slowly becoming
a teenager and she thinks I have
still want the time anyway
of an evening of connecting to a
normal adolescence and so she agrees
the invitation to two girlfriends for a
evening and so here it is en route for his
first outing between girlfriends parties
local villages
so rather than put on the sneakers and
beautiful training puts on an outfit a
a little nicer here it is en route
except that on the way a car the
strikes
she wakes up in the hospital
there she feels more her legs and she
realize that his dream is going to be
hard to reach
the story of this little girl is
just mine when I got
woke up that day at the hospital I
felt more my legs I had
terribly scared and my dream was
completely stolen and for the first
times in my life but I had to live his
dream it was complicated for me but
I still have an Ardennes character
and so suddenly I say to myself that’s good
but ok i will not win roland garros that
I am well aware
but on the other hand I clearly do not
reaches my best level and therefore
after months of rehabilitation I
return to a tennis court
always with that same will I 17
years I manage I find a
purse and I’m going to the united states for
defend the colors of a university
American
there we train on concrete and my
body radically after a big
year let me loose
I really hurt so
after liters and liters of tears
I take the wise decision to return
Belgium
I probably needed at the time
to be taken seriously and so I
subscribe to the prestigious solvay
cool and very quickly I realize
that I am not at all in the right place
I find myself in a few weeks of
American tennis courts at ulb a
tried to interest me in things that
actually did not interest me at all
but still good the ardennais character
who comes back so I persist for a year
I persevere two years I persevere three
years I am in 3rd year in the morning I
walk on this campus I will remember
my whole life was in november
and ag a little voice that spoke to me
who tells me listen aghet it’s simple
either you stay and huth and 1 or you go
and maybe you survive so I decide
therefore to abandon solvay and for the
first time of my life there I am
is clearly facing the vacuum
but worse than that I find myself
confronted me man and there for the shot
it’s not every day very nice
and follows a long long long
long descent into hell where I them
face full of personal challenge
at the time I have a boyfriend who
day tells me listen agathe is good
but the sofa reads it the bed the sofa
I have a proposal to make you
do you think Sunday to go to drink tea
at my aunt’s
or so I’m not telling you the excitement in
I’m here I’m Sunday after
noon to drink tea and eat pie
at the aunt of my ex boyfriend
and there I am attracted to something
on the kitchen table is a
block of earth so at the time I
no idea what clay is
but I am attracted she offers me to
put your hands in it and I put
literally hands in this block of
earth the sensation I’m still living this
evening internally I have trouble
express it but there is something going on
thing it’s like a little light that
will be himself in a cash tunnel
click
life goes on I’m always so much
lost the months spend the years
pass I still do not know where I’m going
but I felt this thing I have the
chance to meet a coach
on my path who accompanies me guides me
showing me way at the end of my everything
is at the end of my tunnel I decide
me too to train myself to
individual accompaniment
so today I work clay
then poured my sculpture into
bronze and I accompany everyone
on his way of life I live in my opinion
of two inestimable passions in my eyes
so why do I tell you all this
of my career
I drew some ideas his ideas
they do not correspond in any case to
a truth they correspond
just to my truth choose to live
in a narrow space in the middle of his
habits can lead to a form of
psychic rigidity even more painful
that the suffering to which we are
faced in the event of a medal
because one closes the other releases on
my path I discovered that the
opportunities hate closed circuits
opportunities hate routines
she hates habits
I also discovered that we
get out of his comfort zone often a
little voice speaks to us
this little voice she tells us the
way to follow the path to our dreams
vernon passion my vague idea of
the time hands in the earth is
become today a sculpted evidence
transmit a message
and when we feel this evidence we
feels a deep freedom one can
find what you love in life
choosing to follow less pathways
conventional in some cases the
normality clearly his years firm
I recently discovered in books and
in this book there is a quote that
I was very interested in this quote
le de rosa luxembourg and she says this
what does not move do not surrender
account of their chains and that brings me to
my second and last idea for this
evening some failures in our lives are
inevitable we can not pass a
life without failing without fail somewhere
unless you want to control everything that
we say what we do
who dresses next to where we live
where we go on vacation but in this case
there we pass by oneself but worse
pass next to each other
so in the end
what is important is not failure
what is important is what we are going
to make this failure
I’m obviously not busy with you
to say that failures were periods
nice of my life I was terrorized
I was in a dark and gloomy tunnel
and I had no idea how long
of the tunnel in which I was neither faith
in a hypothetical end effect but
today when I look in my
rearview mirror I tell myself that these tests
finally they allowed me to
build my inner security
I had bottomed out and this fund is
become the solid foundation of all my
existence
so yes sometimes we take detours
yes sometimes life gives us big
hard blow on the head we stop on
is blocked the question is
what are we going to do next
constraint that will get in our way
I would like to close this evening in us
reminding everyone that by the simple fact
to exist we influence all
others by the miracle of life
touch all the others we did not
no need for magic to transform the
world
gold the world needs to be transformed
by constraints and detours
that we will take I invite ourselves to
to become the most beautiful part of ourselves
and to all of you here tonight
crosses a crossing interior desert
long dark and gloomy tunnel
you are obviously not busy at
go around the world in a backpack but
you are busy doing the most
wonderful and periods and travel the
discovery of yourself and with this
discovery
the connection to your essential and with
this connection the wonderful
connection to each other then of the most
deep in my heart is with my most
beautiful sincerity i wish you all
wonderful detour thank you
[Applause]
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