Carrying the Olympic Torch
All of this Olympic fervor brings back a key moment in my life. Back in 2002 I had the honor of carrying the Olympic Torch when it passed through Milwaukee. It was a humbling experience. I met so many wonderful volunteers and unsung heroes who had done great things to lift their communities.
As the time to run got closer and I received my torch, I must confess. I had a panic attack. My fears? What if I dropped it. What if I fell. Worse, what if the flame went out in front of thousands of people.
Perhaps it's being in the news business. But I was prepared for the worse. When the torch was finally handed to me in the actual relay, my heart was beating profusely. But once I got my stride, my fears left. In fact, toward the end was able to enjoy the moment, and appreciate the experience. Hundreds had lined the streets to get a glimpse of the torch. It was quite a sight.
Suddenly the Olympics became more than just the games or the competitions. It was a chance to be a part of a collective pride. And a reminder of just how lucky we are to be Americans, and live in the greatest country in the world.