Here's a girl who's been working her whole life for this Olympic moment. She's the reigning world all-around gymnastics champion. She posts the third best score of the night, but because of a rule that only allows the top two scorers from each country to compete in the women's all-around finals, Jordyn Wieber will not be able to fulfill her dream of trying to win an all-around Olympic gold medal.
That wasn't the part that really move me. The part that moved me was Jordyn Wieber's disappointment, which was immediately evident and immediately heartbreaking. She alternated between tears and stiff-upper-lip. As the father of a girl who dances competitively, I just about died watching Wieber's post-competition interview. I've sat in an auditorium and witnessed my daughter receive a medal I knew she wasn't happy with. I don't care if my daughter takes bronze, silver, gold, or platinum in competition. I care about the disappointment she feels in herself. That's what I saw last night with Jordyn Wieber, and I could barely stand it.
This post isn't about the United States being screwed out of a chance for a gold medal. Or an unfair Olympic rule. Or unfair Olympic judging. It's about a little girl who isn't even going to get a chance to make her dream come true. That's really depressing to me.
It is a Monday, and, therefore, it's time for a Carol dip. I've been thinking long and hard about the question I was going to ask this morning. I think it's going to have to do with disappointment:
Will I be disappointed with the employment contract that's currently under negotiation at the university?
And the answer from the ever-wise Charles Dickens is:
...The misery with them all was, clearly, that they sought to interfere, for good, in human matters, and had lost the power for ever...
Wow. That answer depresses me even more this morning. Misery. That doesn't sound very appealing.
Excuse Saint Marty now. He needs to go take some Prozac.
|I just want to give her a hug|