WHAT IF WE GAVE AN OLYMPICS
AND EVERYONE CAME
It was a crazy idea. The craziest of ideas. A dream. A soaring of imagination. A leap of faith. Everyone knew about the war -- the terrible, devastating war. Sarajevo -- the heart of Yugoslavia - had become the graveyard of the unfortunate.
But it came to pass. The Olympic Stadium was renewed -- restored to its former glory. Places to live, places to eat -- the stuff of life, rather than death -- were readied.
The slain rested with Kings and Counselors.
It was a work of love -- an affair of the heart, body, mind and spirit. We all worked together -- all nationalities -- all religions. And it was complete: And it was good.
And the dream was fulfilled.
And the people came. They came out of hope, and love, and curiosity. They came with joy and with fear; but they came.
The Olympics were held again at Sarajevo. And the Light passed from hand to hand and was carried forward across the land that had so recently raged with the darkness of war. The darkness was driven back and the circle of light spread until it encompassed the entire region. And Peace reigned instead of War. And it was Good.
And the Olympics were seen to have fulfilled their highest ideal. The Light was carried forward; and the Light was passed on. And it was Good.
This is my dream. Please let it be your dream as well!
Christmas Day 1993