Here's a quick (and true) story that really spoke to me and I thought you'd appreciate it:
Long after the crowd had left and the cameras had moved, a lone runner entered the stadium to complete the 26-mile-long marathon in the 1968 Mexico City Olympics. Injured earlier in the race during a fall, he stumbled along, more than an hour after the others had finished. Hurling himself to the finish line, John Stephen Akhwari of Tanzania finished dead last. But before you judge him as a loser, take careful heed of the words he uttered when asked why he did not quit earlier when he had been injured:
"My country did not send me 7,000 miles to start the race. They sent me 7,000 miles to finish it."
A mix collection of inspirational stories gathered from the internet and personal experiences.
Monday, September 10, 2007
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