More than Gold

Note: The characters in this story bear no intentional resemblance to any person living or dead.

The race starts in less than five minutes. I am ready. I have prepared for this moment for many years and I'm in peak condition. My fellow athletes are also ready. They look focussed and determined. I know I must be at my very best if I am to triumph today, because only the very best can become the Olympic champion. I want that gold medal. It's mine. It belongs to me.

My coach has prepared me well, both physically and psychologically, I am ready. But, in my mind I have another hope, another dream. I haven't seen my father since I was a child. He left home when things became difficult and disappeared out of my life. All because of me and who I am. I hope he is here in the stadium, watching me. But will I recognize him? I don't know. And there are thousands of people out there. But his presence means more than gold to me.

All the competitors are called to the start of the 1500m final. The stadium is full to capacity, and the noise from the spectators is deafening. Then I see a face in the crowd, near the finishing line. It is a face I remember from years ago. He is there, holding up a huge photo of me and a banner with the words, "Your Dad loves you!". He has come.

His appearance gives me even more determination to win, and to show him I still love him. I position my wheelchair at the start line and wait for the starting gun. 'Take your marks!'...  bang!!!' The race starts and it's so fast. The muscles in my arms begin to burn with effort. After 800m the Russian is in the lead and I am in third, but slowly beginning to catch up with the leader. I hear my father call out to me, and his voice gives me extra strength. I catch the Russian on the home straight and cross the line in first place. I am Olympic champion.

My father is on the track, running towards me, holding our country's flag. As he reaches me, tears of joy fill my eyes. He embraces me. ''m so sorry my daughter,' he says, 'I love you, I'm so sorry for leaving you.' His face is wet with tears as he passes me the flag, and together we do a lap of honour around the stadium. I have an Olympic gold medal, but some things are worth more than gold.

Copyright: Sean Anderson Nov 1st 2008. All rights reserved.