A few years ago, at the Seattle Special Olympics, nine contestants, all
physically or mentally disabled, assembled at the starting line for the 100-yard dash.
At the gun, they all started out, not exactly in a dash, but with a relish
to run the race to the finish and win. All, that is, except one little boy who
stumbled on the asphalt, tumbled over a couple of times, and began to cry.
The other eight heard the boy cry. They slowed down and looked back.
Then they all turned around and went back, every one of them.
One girl with Down's Syndrome bent down and kissed him and said "This
will make it better". Then all nine linked arms and walked together to the
finish line. Everyone in the stadium stood, and the cheering went on for several
minutes. People who were there are still telling the story. Why?
What matters in this life is more than winning for ourselves.
What matters is helping others win, even if it means slowing down and
changing our course.