I found Latvia. |
My Dad loved to talk and tell stories. He also repeated
stories and thus I recall the story of the strongest man he ever met.
Apparently this man could lie horizontally between two chairs while more and
more men sat on his rigid stomach. According to Dad, this man barely strained.
He also could apparently tolerate repeated punches to his mid-section without
flinching. And until one single night my Dad and his friends somehow convinced
him to participate in a spontaneous little strongman competition, he had no
idea this man, someone he had known for years, could do any of these amazing
feats. Full disclosure: my Dad tended to exaggerate and I’m fairly certain whiskey
factored into all this and thus the truth may be somewhat skewed. Nevertheless,
I do remember three details my Dad emphasized every time he told this story:
1. He
was small.
2. He
was quiet.
3. He
wasn’t a show-off.
With my Dad, I met this unremarkably remarkable man
several times over the years and although I never witnessed any strength-tests
first hand, he certainly confirmed all three. Whether his intent or not, I
learned much from my Dad’s story: real strength is often quite humble and
hidden.
My favourite Winter Olympics moment this year happened
when I wasn’t even watching, during a game likely only true fans saw in its
entirety. But for me the sport wasn’t important to the outcome. In fact, the
outcome was a loss. No medal. And for a country I couldn’t even pick out on a
map: Latvia. But unremarkably remarkable hockey goalie Kristers Gudlevskis, who
apparently makes $55,000 yearly, managed to block over 50 goals despite facing well-known,
talented, million dollar professional hockey players admired by millions of
fans.
Wow.
I wonder how many people had actually even heard of
Gudlevskis? But that’s not the point. If we’d just pay attention, the answer is
lots.