Toe the line

Last week i experienced a episode of grace.
So.
My class is renowned as being the most unfittest class in the level.
therefore, since class points kinda depend on sportiness, we are pretty much trailing behind all classes.
but then there's me
not to boast or anything, but because of my class' gross unfitness, i have become one of the fittest people in my class and therefore try for most of the sport things to get some points for the class.
so i was due for long jump try outs.
being a trampoline gymnast, i thought this was something i just might be able to do (not qualifying for the 100 metre dash, and getting 8th position for the 800 metre)
so the thing about the long jump is that after you run up, the place you launch from cannot be across a certain line.
so.
i jumped.
all three times i jumped i cleared the jumps of the other contestants by at least a few centimetres'
but every time i jumped, i crossed the line, by about a toe
the disappointment was crushing.
but when the PE teacher announced "no jump" for the third and final time (no more chances) someone piped up
'you should give miriam another chance'
and then others were agreeing and before i knew there was a steady chorus of
'yes'
'another chance'
'she deserves it'
and the teacher actually cleared me to the semis (which, in case you were wondering, i didn;t clear because-horror of horrors-i crossed the line, AGAIN, but i knew this time it was over and i wasn;t even sad, strangely, given that i'm fiercely competitive usually)
and i couldn;t help thinking how it was just like Jesus.
I was condemned to hell (or disqualification) but he saved me and gave me an undeserved chance, just like how that girl got support for me to get to the semis.
it was a modern day miracle, again.