The London Olympics are almost over. I have watched faithfully, screamed, cheered, cried and been inspired. I can think of so many moments of great, but only this one will forever make me remember what life is all about.
Oscar Pistorius isn't an American. He didn't represent our country, yet I found myself honestly cheering for this Olympian and not because he's a double amputee, because he represents the courage that every human being no matter what their life brings them should embody. I do not feel sorry for him for not having his legs rather I embrace the fact that even because I have two I could have never have done what he has. All he wanted was to compete. A dream to live as a runner, to be treated just like his other team mates and athletes at the games.
I think that whatever he does in his life, he's happy. We all dream and along the way we want the respect of any individual not because we are handicap but because we are man and woman of equal parts heart and determination.
When another runner exchanged his number and patch, it was a sign of respect. I think that, yes winning at that moment would have been everything. But we don't always win do we? Respect, I believe gets you farther in life.
So my message is clear. If ever one day the kid looks at me and says I can't. After I bitch slap him into oblivion, I will show him these pictures, tell him to read this story and say I CAN for myself alone because mama didn't raise no quitter. S-N-A-P!
Be inspired by courage of any kind.