The sheer generosity of human spirit and the causes for which runners raise money, overwhelms me at every running event I enter. I’m amazed at the lengths to which people will go to in their fundraising efforts. I’m especially in awe of people who don’t find running easy, but have committed to completing something which is a huge physical challenge for them, in order to raise money, awareness and hope.
This little poem is for these people:
There’s a dignity in running a race,
For a cause, or someone you love
A kind of spirit that can’t be compared
And that no evil can rise above.
The boy who ran for his mother,
In her memory, after she died.
The daughter who ran with her father,
And is always a help by his side.
There’s dignity in being a helper,
For runners who are visually impaired
People are running for victims,
For children who live their lives scared.
People of all sizes and nations,
Running for all kinds of reasons.
Raising money beyond expectations,
Training through all of the seasons.
Yes, there was dignity in what happened today,
Muscles will be broken and pained.
But spirit isn’t broken, but strengthened,
And it’s in spirit that hope is retained.