GO, USA! WE YELL. But when the young woman from another country stands in tears, defeated not by her opponent but by a glitch that added one more second onto the clock after the end of the fencing match (actually happened one year), we cry with her. When we see the smiles on non-USA parents’ faces as their non-American children accept gold, silver, or bronze, we share their joy. Looking at the crowds marching under a multitude of colors and flags, I can’t help believing that world peace is possible. I’d like to think that differences can be settled not by bullets and bombs but by coming together in a shared experience. Not by issuing harsh rhetoric and threats but by celebrating our mutual goals. The Olympic rings should remind us that all humans are part of the same huge family, with interlinked, interdependent lives, depending on each other worldwide to survive and thrive on this speck we call Earth. GO, USA! GO HUMANITY!
