my torchbearer essay
Feb. 4th, 2010 02:26 pmWhen I found out I'd be a torchbearer I made a decision to hold back the essay I wrote to "win" my spot. To be selected as a torchbearer via Coke's competition you entered a random draw multiple times (I did nearly 100 times). If you make it past the first round you are asked to submit a 200 word essay about how you've changed your life for the better. Then a panel decides if your entry is one of the best 4000.
I thought long and hard before submitting this--even longer about sharing it. And not only because I find it hard to say anything in 200 words or less...ok, here goes:
Start moving
I want to carry the flame for those whose alcoholism took away everything. In February 2010 I will be excited about the Games, but I’ll also think about where I’ve come from in twenty years. Starting in February 1990 I lost it all: job, home, family, and health—all gone in a few weeks. I found myself trying to figure out where it had all gone so terribly wrong. I could see where my life was headed—and I was terrified.
Terrified enough to change everything. I learned how to take care of myself: certainly no more alcohol, but also eating well and moving more. That first year I walked all over Vancouver. Then I learned how to cross-country ski. Over the next several years I added downhill skiing, ice and inline skating and snowboarding to the mix. My body recovered and got stronger; so did my mind and spirit. I even I went back to school, eventually earning a PhD. Life’s funny. Twenty years ago I was sedentary and wasting away. Today it’s me who organizes the gang to do stuff!
I’ve been so lucky; I’ve tried to give back. Over the years I’ve mentored others facing challenges like alcoholism. I tell them that for me it all started with two decisions: change everything. And start moving.
I thought long and hard before submitting this--even longer about sharing it. And not only because I find it hard to say anything in 200 words or less...ok, here goes:
Start moving
I want to carry the flame for those whose alcoholism took away everything. In February 2010 I will be excited about the Games, but I’ll also think about where I’ve come from in twenty years. Starting in February 1990 I lost it all: job, home, family, and health—all gone in a few weeks. I found myself trying to figure out where it had all gone so terribly wrong. I could see where my life was headed—and I was terrified.
Terrified enough to change everything. I learned how to take care of myself: certainly no more alcohol, but also eating well and moving more. That first year I walked all over Vancouver. Then I learned how to cross-country ski. Over the next several years I added downhill skiing, ice and inline skating and snowboarding to the mix. My body recovered and got stronger; so did my mind and spirit. I even I went back to school, eventually earning a PhD. Life’s funny. Twenty years ago I was sedentary and wasting away. Today it’s me who organizes the gang to do stuff!
I’ve been so lucky; I’ve tried to give back. Over the years I’ve mentored others facing challenges like alcoholism. I tell them that for me it all started with two decisions: change everything. And start moving.
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Date: 2010-02-05 07:04 pm (UTC)You do a lot with 200 words here. It's very direct and sincere. Your opening sentence, it's like a knife cutting through a fog of cliche. Completely refreshing.
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Date: 2010-02-05 07:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-05 08:09 pm (UTC)