For me, Lance Armstrong
was an incredible man; a courageous man who in 1996 was diagnosed with
testicular cancer, and given less than a 40% chance of survival. My awe and
admiration continues with his survival and his Seven Tour de France titles. To
ride a bike was something but to ride in those grueling races and win was
something else.
He rode not just for
himself but he set up his foundation to help and inspire other cancer victims.
He taught a lesson of survival to others. Armstrong had nothing to prove and
what he has accomplished is amazing for himself, for others and for the sport
of cycling.
It’s amazing how people
always seem to look for heroes, and forget that they are mortal human beings. We
settle on athletes that we seem to revere, and raise them and others to lofty
positions. We enjoy watching them rise to the top. Yet, we are there to be the
first to tear them down when we grow tired of them and are ready to move on. We
love to watch them crash and burn. Why? Maybe
it is our boredom with them. We seem to take great pleasure in watching them rise
to the top, as well as fall down in flames. Then we move on to someone
new. Why is it so important to take such
pleasure when someone gets destroyed? I don’t know the answer to that. Maybe
they are reminders that we are all human and not super human. That we all share
common fragilities. Even our heroes that we have supported show they are not superhuman,
but like us – mere mortals.
I still believe in
Armstrong and wonder now – who will be next on that list to build up and tear
down?
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