| | maybe you saw the world cup commercial about how the ivory coast ended their civil war so the country could cheer their soccer team in the world cup. maybe you've heard about whole countries shutting down, asking their major industries to cancel production on game days so there will be enough electricity to run the collective televisions of the nation. but if you still aren't convinced of the significance of this sport and this event, then consider my own mother:
my mom was born and raised in rio de janeiro, brasil. my mom does not watch television, ever. neither does my mom care anything about sports. but on what should have been the worst day of my mother's life, she was doing both. two days after her second son had tragically died, on a day that happened to be his birthday, my mom was jumping up and down, laughing in pure joy, and screaming in portugese as brasil advanced to the second round of the world cup. i don't understand much about the psychology of grief, but i think it got trumped in that moment by the mania of world cup soccer.
there is an indefinable quality in this game that tugs at the very soul of humanity. it moves you like you didn't think possible because it resonates in a place you forgot existed within you. if you haven't discovered it, there are still twelve games left. don't miss out, you won't get such a chance for another four years.
ps: thanks to all of you for your support in our time of pain. the pain will not end for us, but it is more bearable because of your love and empathy. i hope to respond to all of you who have reached out to me, but if i do not get that chance, know that i appreciate every kind word. it hurts so much to lose a loved one, but thank you for reminding me of how many more loved ones are in my life.
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| | Posted 6/26/2006 3:55 AM - 57 Views - 16 eProps - 8 comments
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