What's Really Important
A few years ago at the Seattle Special
Olympics, nine contestants, all physically or
mentally disabled, assembled at the starting
line for the 100-yard dash. At the gun they
all started out, not exactly in a dash, but with
the relish to run the race to the finish and
win.
All, that is, except one boy who stumbled
on the asphalt, tumbled over a couple of
times, and began to cry. The other eight
heard the boy cry. They slowed down and
paused. Then they all turned around and
went back. Every one of them. One girl with
Down's syndrome bent down and kissed him
and said, "This will make it better." Then all
nine linked arms and walked together to the
finish line.
Everyone in the stadium stood, and the
cheering went on for 10 minutes.
A few years ago at the Seattle Special
Olympics, nine contestants, all physically or
mentally disabled, assembled at the starting
line for the 100-yard dash. At the gun they
all started out, not exactly in a dash, but with
the relish to run the race to the finish and
win.
All, that is, except one boy who stumbled
on the asphalt, tumbled over a couple of
times, and began to cry. The other eight
heard the boy cry. They slowed down and
paused. Then they all turned around and
went back. Every one of them. One girl with
Down's syndrome bent down and kissed him
and said, "This will make it better." Then all
nine linked arms and walked together to the
finish line.
Everyone in the stadium stood, and the
cheering went on for 10 minutes.
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