Something my dad told me when I was very very small: Do something you love. I don’t care if it’s digging ditches, I just care that you love it. I must have been eight; this might have been the same conversation in which he told me never to get a joint checking account with a man because that man would clean it out and leave me with nothing. I paid no attention to the latter piece of advice but great heed to the former, and nothing gets me to my feet more than watching someone do what they were clearly born to do. Stretching above themselves, beyond what they thought they were capable of, busting their limits and going all the way crazy and singing up to God of the gloriousness of man with whatever voice they have.
So while suffering through the sappy, horrible coverage of the women’s national figure skating championships on ESPN today (shut up) I was reminded of watching, gobsmacked, as Sarah Hughes skated in the 2002 Olympics:
My favorite part of that broadcast was the way her coach, watching from the sidelines, just yelled out, “I love you!” because really, what else can you say, when someone you care about has just done that?