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Olympic Hopes & Dreams

Today, I took another step towards the Olympics. I also had my dreams crushed a bit. At the "Team 2010 Volunteer Orientation" I took the next step in getting to be a volunteer for the Vancouver Olympics. It is the closest I will ever get to a gold medal podium. I am not able to volunteer for the main events, because of my work schedule. Hopefully I will be chosen for the Paralympics instead.

I was asked, over and over, why I wanted to volunteer. The answer seemed obvious to me; it's a once in a lifetime opportunity. I had some sort of mundane answer for my mini-interview, and then later thought of the more touching reason:

When I was a kid, my family didn't own a TV. But when the Olympics came around, we would rent a television and watch the CBC coverage with rabbit ears and a wire or two. We'd often eat dinner on TV trays, staring at the fuzzy screen...I may be glamorizing my memories, but they really are fond. The Olympics are happy family times in my books. (Yes, we sometimes fought about what to watch when nothing exciting was happening in the competitions. Yes, we watched other things. Yes, my parents have a TV now. Yes, they still use rabbit ears.)

The Other Thing

I planned to discuss a whole other topic. Now, as I gaze dazedly at my TV (I've been out every night this past week) and every coherent thought has flown away. I have once again proven to myself that I am not a high-energy extrovert. I like sitting by myself. I have missed doing nothing.

How To Make Me Cry

I remember now. At the orientation this morning, we were shown several inspirational videos. It did its job; it increased my desire to be a part of the Games. There is something about epic music and beautiful cinematography that makes me a little weepy. When we watched this video, my Canadian pride grew. The final shot is epic. (I couldn't help wondering at the cost of this all, I will admit).

When we watched the video below, I actually teared up* at the shot of the guy in a white track suit and his Down-Syndrome little buddy.

*I wasn't the only one who found this moving. I also caught the pregnant woman wiping her eye.


Vanessa said…
Ah but a pregnant woman crying is not really saying much, Beth. :)
Those preggos. They cry at practically everything. :)
Beth said…
yeah, that was kind of the point ;)
lisa said…
Hey, we also rented a TV for the Olympics! I do think that is one of the reasons I enjoy watching them so much now, because they bring back happy family memories.

Good luck with your bid to be a volunteer! I hope it works out. I was going to come to Vancouver for the Olympics, but the costs and lack of tickets has discouraged me. I think I'll get more out of the experience from here. I'll watch for you on TV!

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