"Can you spot me," the weightlifter asked of his friend.

"Sure, no problem Charlie," responded Big Joe.

Charlie was a regular at Fitness Emporium and had been there every day for the past six months to lift weights. He had never been a fitness buff, but his wife was pretty disheartened when he was unable to lift her over the threshold of their house when they got married. Not that it's that easy to lift 200 pounds, but he was still determined to get in good enough shape so that he would be able to. Besides, he was sick of people picking on him because he was "little."

"Come on Charlie, three more. You can do it," Big Joe encouraged him.

Charlie was already lifting twice the weight he used to be able to lift. After finishing his last rep Charlie asked, "How'd I do Big J?"

The 6'8 workout coach couldn't help but smile as he heard the excitement in Charlie's voice. "You're doing a great job Charlie. You're already up to fifty pounds; I think tomorrow we may start you at fifty-five."

Charlie was ecstatic, 55 pounds may not seem like much, but for a man who was only 3'8 it was more than he ever dreamed he could lift. Filled with joy and adrenaline, Charlie ran past the workout equipment while whistling the theme song to Rocky on his way to the locker room. As he ran past the basketball court an errant pass sped his way and crashed into him at upwards of twenty miles per hour, sending him flying across the floor. As he slowly rose to his feet he still had a big smile on his face as he dusted himself off. Not even an out of control basketball could steal his joy on this day.