On Monday, I was in the scenic state of Oregon. The bus departed from Ann Arbor at 5 am on Saturday morning in order to catch our flight out of the Detroit airport. I am back home in Ann Arbor, finishing an extended weekend of travel (across the country) full of wrestling workouts, family pride, excessive amounts of caffeine, and little food, as well as a week packed of what I like to call “Mack truck midterms.” Yet again, here I am, thinking about how blessed I am to be surrounded with people that truly look out for me.
Too often our values – the ultimate morals of the stories we tell – become tainted by ill feeling, stress, insecurity, and even failure. We think that this grind we are subject to isn’t fair, that our lives are constantly being interrupted by bothersome details and bureaucratic hurdles. There are people across the world taking in part of something bigger than themselves. They aren’t shying away from a global challenge. They are working as change agents in a country and for a cause that faces an enormous hurdle ahead. The fight to keep the sport of wrestling in the Olympic Games for the 2020 Summer Games has just begun in Tehran, Iran, at the 2012 wrestling World Cup.
You see, we are who we surround ourselves with, who we align with, who we wish to identify with. However, whether we feel it or not, we are who we move. We move those around us by our passion, our ideas (literary or otherwise) and our personal brand. At this moment in my life, I’m blessed to call Ann Arbor my home. But no matter where our homes are, we’ll always be fighting for something and need someone there beside us along the way, just like the Oregon Trail.