Life the great storyteller tells us a new story about two men, one called Bolt and the other Gatlin
I haven’t watched athletics for a while. I don’t watch much TV these days too busy living to write. Yet every so often a media story breaks into my world. So Bolt was having his last race last night in London and everyone was preparing to party when he won the gold.
Around the time of the final I had that call, you know the one, “Come quick and see this!” I entered the room just as they were finishing and the commentators seemed to be in shock that Gatlin had won. The booing was almost instantaneous, the noise was of a level not heard before as generated by a mainly English crowd.
There was ‘A what happens now’ moment. I thought it was great as life showed that it directs events, not the media and not even us. Life is the greatest of story tellers and on this occasion while we may have wanted a fairytale, life gave us drama better than any of those reality shows.
Bolt looked downcast while Gatlin, probably as surprised by the win as the boos, bows first to Bolt and then cradles himself. Bolt takes the attention while Gatlin wonders should he take a lap of victory if he did I missed it.
So as one of Aesop’s fables what is the moral that life is trying to teach us? Over to you class!
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