A couple of years prior, at the Seattle Special Olympics, nine hopefuls, all physically or rationally impaired, amassed at the beginning line for the 100-yard dash.
At the firearm, they all began, not precisely in a dash, but rather with a relish to run the race to the complete and win. All, that is, aside from one young man who discovered the black-top, tumbled over two or three times, and started to cry. The other eight heard the kid cry. They backed off and thought back. At that point they all pivoted and went back.....every one of them.
One young lady with Down's disorder twisted down and kissed him and stated, "This will improve it." Then each of the nine connected arms and strolled together to the end goal. Everybody in the stadium stood, and the giving a shout out to went for a few minutes. Individuals who were there are as yet recounting the story.
Why? Since where it counts we know this a certain something: What makes a difference in this life is more than winning for ourselves. What makes a difference in this life is helping other people win, regardless of whether it implies backing off and changing our course.
