A preliminary step into applying for the program was writing an essay about why I wanted to apply. This may not sound like a big deal, but if you know me then you know I grew up without television. The earliest memory I have of the Olympics was when I saw water polo for the first time, (at age 10 or so) and I was transfixed to the screen because I’d never seen shirtless, grown men doing something so comical.
The long and the short of it is, I got accepted.
I’ll be flying out the end of January and back at the end of February.
I’m so honored and super thrilled for this opportunity!
Yes, I know South Korea is south of North Korea. But this Olympics will be safer than the last one in Rio, to be honest.
I’m excited for this new adventure, and I’m sure I’ll have plenty of stories to tell.
Breathtaking: An Essay
Life begins with breath. One by one, we all started out the same way breathing the same air, yet one by one we stray away from each other. Breath breeds fighting words which lead to further dissonance dividing continents and countries. And yet, despite divides and crimes of lies, the world watches breathing as one once again. We stare, we gasp, we hold our breath in silence then in roaring cheers we embrace the loves we forgot we had. Swells of pride bridge divides and open eyes to the hope of humanity. Remember why we watch. We watch to remember that the greatest of the world are human too. We may sigh and idolize, but after the game we catch our breath as they catch theirs. Why do I desire to enter in? I wish to share in the burden of sharing the world.
As athletes take to the ice with skill and grace in the lights of glory, I would work in the shadows as a servant seeing that all goes well. Taking orders to and fro, I would relay messages, or run cameras, or write references for these memorable games. No request is below my dignity, for I am proud to serve. If I could play any small part, I would bravely wear a determined smile. Some say they perform best under pressure, the skaters and film crews alike. With live deadlines these historic times unfold seamlessly, or so it seems. The world to watch, the others to live and breathe feeling the pressure.
The games are much more than diversion. Diverse as the sports are the people. The people who breathe just like me. The games are a torch of hope shining light on what could be. Though countries compete, together they complete a world that breathes as one.