The Olympic games inspire me, as they do the rest of the world. I love the stories of athletes overcoming great adversity to achieve glory. Michael Phelps. Oscar Pistorius. Caster Semenya. Gabby Douglas. Twenty years from now, most of those names will mean nothing to young people. Caster who? Piss story what? But, at the present, they represent something special. Something amazing. The human spirit at its best.
That is what the Olympics represents to me. A group of people from around the world who are, for seventeen days, showing us all what we are capable of. We are all capable of greatness. We are all capable of finishing the race, even if we have no legs. We are all capable of diving an impossible dive, beating an unbeatable opponent. We are all capable of holding our heads high, even when the rest of the world is questioning who you are, what you are.
That is what I'm taking away from the London Olympic games tonight. A little lesson in being the best person you can be.
Saint Marty will take his inspiration with chips and dip.
Confessions of Saint Marty
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