i LOVE the olympics! i love, love, love them!there's just something so cool about the stories, the perseverance, the commitment. i get so into it...especially if i hear their stories...the game becomes so personal.
a few that i've loved...
the south korean swimmer who won a gold. in athens...as a really young swimmer...he had a false start and was disqualified. he was so mortified that he went and hid in the bathroom for the rest of the competition that day. four years later...he took the gold. i think the first medal for korea in that sport!
phelps-y, of course. it's not so much about all of his wins. i love his story...and the people who've walked with him for so long. his mom raised him all by herself. and when he started showing signs of attention-deficit, she got him into swimming to give him something to accel at. and he did! the other cool person in his life is his coach bob who starting helping him when michael was 11. bob and his wife can't have kids...so he and michael are pretty tight. i just love it. and when phelpsy wins a race...he gets out of the water and he looks for them. he shares it with the people who've walked with him.
the sudanese-american runner. he was taken from his parents in sudan by muslim guerillas. his parents thought he was killed and had the horrible duty of making an empty grave to remember him. he thought his family had been killed too. so when he got a chance, he fled to a refugee camp in kenya. he actually said that god gave him his feet and speed so that he could escape. he was later adopted by an american couple. they helped him with his dream of running...but they also helped him return to sudan...and he found his parents ALIVE! they took him to his empty grave...and he got to announce that he wasn't dead! (now there's a sermon illustration there for sure!!!)
excited for more!
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