Special Olympics...Lessons for Life

There’s something about a parade that makes me tear up every time, but a parade for Northern California Special Olympics is one of the best ways to make mascara smear. The spirit of joy is contagious as eyes scan the wildly dressed Stanford Marching Band members dancing away with their instruments to funky music revving adrenaline in the crowd. We stand, feeling a little nervous for the events of the day, proud to be parents, families, and friends, anticipating the opening lap around the track. Police cars signal the walkers behind them with flashing lights indicating the “ready, set, go,” as the rolling cars escort the individuals with all kinds of talents and disabilities for the opening lap.

I find myself waving at the police officers who will hand out stickers and shake hands as heroes today. My husband stands next to me along the chain-linked fence to be closer to the track. Our vantage point is at eye level with all of the individuals passing by. The men and women walk past us extending their hands for high-fives or waves; some want to stop and hug, but are encouraged to move on by coaches and peers. This is a celebration on so many levels.

The blessings count off in my mind as walkers pass. I am thankful that my daughter and her best friend want to be here for little sis, participating as the youngest member of Special Olympics today. They walk the lap with her, holding hands on either side, grinning ear-to-ear.

Every person will try their best today. Patience will rule the field, track, and bleachers. Courage and perseverance will be evident as lessons for all of us to take note and see how it is done. How many times do we give up in our lives? Take a hint from these individuals who cheer, reassure, and congratulate one another for being brave in their attempts at success. Some will be faster, some will be slower, but all will succeed on some level today. It is worth remembering.