This week we have seen the highs and the lows of the Olympic spirit. To tell the truth, I do not care so much for the lows. As with any population, there are those who aim for the gold, and those who attempt to get something without deserving it.
When we do see the true Olympic spirit shine through, it is a thing of beauty and wonder. Take the example of the US runner, Manteo Mitchell, who finished his leg of the 4x400 relay on a broken leg. Just half-way through his section of the relay, Mitchell felt his leg break. No one would have faulted him for stopping. Mitchell, looking out towards his waving and cheering teammates knew if he could just get them the baton, they could get to the next level. Through searing pain, for the good of his team, Mitchell kept going.
No matter what the outcome of the final race, no matter where who stands on that podium, the name Manteo Mitchell will be one that is remembered in Olympic history, for he has embodied the Olympic spirit. There's no medal that can prove that, only the heart of the athlete.
Hazak v'ematz Manteo. May you continue to be strong and of great courage.
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