May I share a story ?

When I was in high school, around 2004 I think ? My high school enrolled me into the handball team. Honestly, training was fun. Handball is a cool sport, no question. Problem is...I'm a small girl, and the selectioner appointed me as the goal keeper. I did my job, and we won the match, but...There was that one girl who was the main attacker, and by jove, she was a living missile. I stopped her shot, but at the cost of spraining my right wrist. Man was it painful. I practically couldn't move my hand for two weeks afterwards.
But, well, it was a game. No meaning in blaming her for being physically stronger than me.