Have You Been Watching the Olympics?

            I’m not sure what to blog about today, so I think I’ll just talk to you about the same thing I would talk to my best friend about if she were at my house with me today:

            Have you been watching the Olympics? Have you seen Ryan Lochte? The swimmer. He is so HOT!!! I want to find him and marry him.

My best friend would probably just roll her eyes at me. And no, I’m not really creepy enough to stalk anyone. I swear.

But what do you think? Who is your favourite athlete? Who inspires you the most, and who just makes you want to rip their clothes off?

I love watching the Olympics, probably more than any un-athletic person should. I’m horrible at pretty much every sport I have ever tried and I don’t work out nearly as much as I should. But Michael Phelps is still in my top-five people I would love to meet list. I can get completely absorbed into any sport on TV during the Olympics. And every time I see an athlete finish a race or a competition with tears of joy about to spill over, I have to hold it in too.

Everyone’s story in inspiring and I want to see every one of them smile, whether they’re just happy to be there or happy to win a medal. And when someone’s dream is crushed I just want to give them a hug and tell them that they are amazing and inspiring just the same. They make me want to try harder at everything I do, whether it’s washing dishes at work or blogging.


3 Years Ago…

            On October 27, 2008 my brother’s best friend passed away at the age of 18. I’m not going to write about his disease or how unfair it seems that he was taken at such a young age. I just want to briefly tell you how strong he was.

            He was the strongest person I’ve ever known. It doesn’t matter that his bones were weak and his spine was curved. He probably looked like an eighty year old man from afar. He had to use a wheelchair more and more as he got older and near the end he had to start using oxygen. But he was so strong. Stronger than any athlete or body builder could ever be.

            Even though he had come startlingly close to death at least twice that I can remember, I never expected him to die. It was a shock. No matter how strong he was he just couldn’t fight it any longer.

            Whenever I’m struggling or thinking that I have it hard, I remember him and how strong he was. If that sort of strength is capable in someone who has had to struggle every moment in his life, I can summon enough strength to get through whatever I need to get through. Humans are capable of getting through anything – that is what he has taught me. Real strength is not about being tough or untouchable; it’s about fighting whatever it is you need to fight with everything you’ve got.