Something wonderful happens when we share our stories; the moments that make us laugh and those that make us cry. We learn that it’s not enough to encourage and love, but to be encouraged and loved. Because in the end, we have each other, and that’s really something, isn’t it?
For two weeks, we practice curiosity over caricature. We cheer for athletes from countries we cannot locate on a map. We grieve with a skater honoring his parents. We admire sacrifice that predates the spotlight.
After living most of my life, or 55 years of it, I have come to recognize myself as a bit of a loser when it comes to games and contests that require luck, and I usually steer clear, especially when money is involved.
For two weeks, we practice curiosity over caricature. We cheer for athletes from countries we cannot locate on a map. We grieve with a skater honoring his parents. We admire sacrifice that predates the spotlight.
And because we know their stories, we care.