Special Olympics

Steve S. is a journalist, musician, and songwriter who lives in Mill Valley, California. He is one of the many Lifespringers who have found a special joy in assisting with the Special Olympics.

As I stood around the track and field waiting for the participants to arrive, I felt nervous. I hadn't assisted the mentally retarded before and I didn't know what to expect. Earlier in the week, Patty phoned to ask, "Can you be a hugger? Some people get freaked out by mentally retarded kids." Were they like creatures from outer, space? How would I communicate? Would I have to talk down to them, which I hate because it's so phony and draining for me.

All in all, it was a spectacular California morning. The backdrop to the track and field was Mount Tamal-pais and, above, the sky was blue with a few puffy clouds.

I was there because I knew it was a golden opportunity to use my Lifespring skills: our sensitivity, patience, empathy, active listening; and, especially for me, it was an opportunity to leave my self-centeredness at home and to just support the athletes.

All of a sudden, the buses arrived. The athletes rushing through the gate had an immense sense of being alive, of digging themselves, and of sharing the joy of "their special day" with each other. There was plenty of hugging and smiling among them.

Then Tim M. and I found each other. "This is Timmy," a lady introduced us. "He's very popular and a good kid." Timmy stood smiling through his neatly trimmed beard. He stood 5'7", stocky, and had gentle brown eyes.

"I'm here to be with you today," I said and we gave each other a sincere embrace, then walked hand in hand-to the stands. There I met his mom and dad, his sister and aunt. Mrs. Martin told me, "I have such admiration for these kids. They're fantastic. For some, it must be painful to run or throw. I admire their perseverance and determination."

A girl came up to Tim and kissed him on his cheek. Pleasure exploded into his face and he softly returned the kiss on her lips. "That's Jill. Timmy's girlfriend." I watched how caring and loving they were to each other.

"You're going to do well," she nodded to Tim.

Timmy said, "I'm going to do as best as I can."

Not all the participants were as capable as Timmy, but we all--Lifespring grads--all noticed how aware they were of their abilities (and limitations), how polite and appreciative they responded, and especially how supportive of each other they were. They'd shout "Way to go!" and throw their arms around one another. In the stands (100% supporters), the folks would cheer and applaud, and it was simply wonderful to be part of all the activities.

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