The Olympics

by Betty

The magic of the Olympics is now. Are you watching?

Vancouver – the city where the ocean meets the land, the mountains reach the sky, the flower gardens cover the parks. A city that deserves a gold medal for its beauty, its sharing, and its caring.

Imagine, if you can, the hours and years of self discipline, training, and every day single minded faith the athletes must have to make it to an Olympic team.

Imagine, if you can, the cost of training, forfeiting and not caring about the normal growing up.

Imagine, if you can the thrill of flying down a steep mountain as if you had wings.

Imagine, if you can, lying on your back, driven by your feet, sliding down the ice at 90 miles an hour.

Imagine, if you can, being in the air, twisting, turning, summer salting on a small board.

Imagine, if you can, floating silently across the ice on two thin blades, jumping high, landing on one foot and floating on. Imagine spinning around on two blades on the same circle a dozen or more times.

Imagine, if you can, the work and money required to get it organized, hoping the weather cooperates. It doesn’t always.

Imagine, if you can, the television crew setting up, hoping for interviews, and reliving the Olympics long ago.

Imagine, if you can, my thrill when the interview of a 16 year old skater mentioned his first coach – Colson. Pictures, not on TV, flashed before me – two summers at Banff where Colson held a skaters camp. He taught on the ice more than skating technique. He taught the children that character came first.

Imagine, if you can, the fear and pride a parent feels watching his child fly down the mountain into the air or down the slippery luge ice.

Imagine, if you can, if all the world could embrace each other, different as we are, smile and congratulation just as the Olympic athletes do. Win or lose, we’re in it together.

It’s a small world, after all.

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