The Ordinary Olympics

The Olympics was fun. It would be neat however, if they held the Ordinary Olympics as well. I think the real achievements of humanity lie within the stories of folk like you and me. If we really want to maintain solidarity in the context of the long road we sometimes face, perhaps we should celebrate in a slightly different style.

Imagine if you saw on television…

…a gold medal being awarded to the winner of ‘the single mothers’ trials, women working to exhaustion daily with the constant fear of their child’s well being…

…standing up on the pedestal, the son who sacrificed his world, to ensure his sick mothers last years were as beautiful as her first, being shown the respect for his choices…

…walking proudly with the colours of her choice, a lady coming off anti-depressants, to face the trauma’s of her past with only her own fragile mind, not sure for how long she will make it…

And at the end of two grueling weeks, all the ordinary folk would parade through the stadium to an applause from men and woman no different. There would be fireworks, Sigur Ros and lot’s of peppermint tea (because everyone knows that is the drink that truly get’s us through life…most of the time).

Flying really far with boards stuck to your feet is kind of cool. And admittedly, this may simply be envy at my inherent lack of being-able-to-not-continuously-fall-on-ice. Still, if I were to witness this instead, I would probably sleep a lot easier at night.

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