What dreams may come
I'm not sure why I'm more passionate and glued to the screen with this year's games than any previous Olympics, but these past couple days have been filled with tears of pure compassion, pride and joy. Do I know any of these Olympians personally? Nope. But it doesn't stop me from feeling their dreams.The night of the opening ceremony, as I was wiping tears down my cheeks, I posted this on my Facbook page:
What it must be - to have such overwhelming passion and drive - to sacrifice your entire life to follow your dream, take your talents to their destiny. All your pain and suffering, we'll never be able to fully know.Getting back up with each fall - pushing yourself again and again.Just to have a spot on that floor, is beyond comprehension.What it must feel like to be one of them - to be one of their parents, best friends, children, teachers.Let the games begin. You earned this.
Then I came across this two-minute ad, I wanted to share - especially with my mommy-friends:.[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NScs_qX2Okk?rel=0].The Olympics for me, are so much more than the competitions themselves. They're the canvas, for the hearts of everyone who helped each athlete, unfolding for the world to share in their glory of following their dream.Whether they medal or not, they're all golden to me.
