When I was in the seventh grade in Pullman Washington our school had a Junior Olympics. We trained for weeks in gym class with what seemed like tests in skill improvement every Friday. Su Dow, not sure of the Dow spelling, a Chinese classmate was a bit better in the high jump, 100 yard dash, and the relay than I was. I was better in the 75 yard dash, 7.2 seconds, not bad for a kid in the seventh grade back then, and better at the broad jump, now known as the long jump. I don't recall exactly what my record in it was, seems like it was around 16 feet but wouldn't swear to it and quite frankly I really don't remember.
Su and myself were shoo-ins in our particular field's. We both entered and won.
I was very proud of my blue ribbons and Su was very proud of his.
Over the years and countless moves when I was a kid my ribbons got lost. I'll bet Su still has his.
Wish I still had mine.

But I don't need them to be proud of my moment in the sun nor do I need them to show them off.
I would like to still have them to show to my grandkids though.
My achievments in the seventh grade pales in comparrison to the real Olympics!
I still admire the contestants and appreciate the years of practice and sacrifice it took them to get where they are today.
The politics surrounding the sports are nothing to the achivements of the contestants.
All of them know who really won and who really lost in their individual contests.
Hell, I would be damned proud of a bronze medal. Hell, I would be proud just to have competed!!!!
It is still an honor to the individual no matter the sport, even if it is being wrapped in ribbons.
I wish it were possible for me to find Su today and be able to talk with him just to see how life has treated him.
We were the best of friends not only because we happened to be classmates but also because we were both minorities in a sea of white faces.
Actually I had a lot of childhood friends all over Turtle Island that I wish I could contact today.
I have tried to find a couple of them since I've had my computer but no luck.
I envy people with lifelong friends that still know one another.
What has this to do with the Olympics?
The friendships struck there will always be special, very special, and with today's technology not apt to be lost.
