We know, we don’t show.
During the torch relay, and again last night while watching the Olympic opening ceremonies on TV, I saw a different side of these quiet neighbors I call my fellow countrymen. Light glowed from over 60,000 faces in that stadium, reflecting a Olympic torch that has travelled thousands of miles to get to this moment.
Sadly during the ceremonies,we honored a young athlete who lost his life yesterday in a training run. Reminding us that danger lurks in all sorts of places. A moment of silence, respected by all.
His team vowing to move forward, and honor his spirit by participating in the games.
Grief wiping their faces.
I saw amazing sights, people normally reserved, now cheering, clapping, running, waving, with true patriot love. Joining together in a tapestry of different cultures to celebrate Canada.
Watched from my warm room, I saw people running through the pouring rain, following Wayne Gretzky as he rode in the back of a pick up to light the outdoor caldron. Famous red mittened hand grasping the slippery railing. The flame climbing the angled glass pillars, and finally igniting the caldron.
Igniting our hearts.
Go team Canada, we love you with True Patriot Love.
Ours arms are outstretched, and welcoming the world.
We walked back to our condo, met up with friends and decided to go down to the beach to see the sun rise, and have breakfast.
It had been over a hour since we had seen the torch go by.
It turns out that the runner I photographed was a co-worker’s daughter. Randomly selected just minutes before the torch passed through uptown White Rock.
There was a article in our local newspaper, explaining how she became a torch runner, and I had casually mentioned it to someone else that I worked with. He then told me it was our co-workers daughter.
Turns out since it was such a unexpected opportunity, they didn’t get any photos, but I did.
Coincidence? You tell me.