Terry Fox’s Marathon of Hope

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Terry was an 18-year-old first year Kinesiology student at Simon Fraser University and a member of the SFU junior varsity basketball team in 1977 when he was diagnosed with bone cancer that resulted in the amputation of his right leg six inches above the knee. After undergoing chemotherapy and seeing other people, particularly children, suffering with cancer, Terry decided that he wanted to make a difference in the world. He wanted to do something to help cure this dreadful disease.

Terry began his Marathon of Hope on April 12, 1980 in St. John’s, Newfoundland. When he was forced by a recurrence of cancer to stop his cross-Canada run at Thunder Bay, Ontario, on September 1, 1980, he had completed a total of 5,373 km over 143 days, the equivalent of a marathon every day. After a courageous battle with cancer, he passed away in June 1981.

Few people are aware of the physical enormity of what Terry did in his Marathon of Hope run across Canada. He ran 26 miles per day, 7 days per week. Imagine how sore your legs would be if you walked 26 miles, day after day, on pavement. Smiles, day after day. Few people could stand up to such punishment. Then try to imagine how incredibly difficult and painful it would be to run 26 miles per day with an artificial limb. It is almost beyond comprehension.

It was a journey that Canadians will never forget. His courage, determination, humanitarianism, and selflessness have been an inspiration to millions of people.

Quoting: http://www.sfu.ca/terryfox/about.html

See also: http://www.terryfox.org/TerryFox/Facts.html

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Standing Tall – Spencer West

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Spencer West redefines height – in his spirit, in the way he lives, and in the actions he takes to affect other people’s lives.

Now two-foot-seven, Spencer was born with a spinal defect and legs that didn’t function. He was five when his doctors felt they had no choice but to amputate them. They said he wouldn’t be able to sit up or move around by himself. Spencer defied that prediction by learning to use his arms to move. Prosthetics weren’t for him.

While most people would be hard pressed to use their feet to walk the 300-kilometre distance from Edmonton to Calgary, Spencer West recently made the journey almost entirely on his hands. His purpose was to raise funds and awareness for Me to We /Free The Children’s ‘We Walk 4 Water’ campaign. The donations will provide a permanent source of clean water for 100,000 people around the world.

Spencer West is a favorite motivational speaker at Me to We events. Stories of his feats inspire audiences of school children across Canada. For example, he climbed the 19,341 foot-high Mount Kilimanjaro, raising more than half a million dollars in a similar Me To We campaign. He urges others to go beyond their perceived limitations and to give of themselves.

Check out Spencer’s best-selling autobiography “Standing Tall: My Journey”.  Also, his experiences feature in the documentary “Redefine Possible: The Story of Spencer West” that was shown at the 2012 Toronto International Film Festival.

But here is the next best way to learn more:     TOMORROW, JUNE 17, 2014

There will be a LIVE-STREAMING of SPENCER WEST SPEAKING from 10am to 11:30 am EST at: www.freethechildren.com/watch

 

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Remembering the Boston Marathon – One Year Later

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The headlines retell the story:

 

“Make your Dream of Qualifying for the Boston Marathon a Reality.” 

http://runnersconnect.net/boston-marathon-qualifying/

 

“Boston Marathon Map (2013)”

 https://www.google.ca/search          q=running+the+boston+marathon+course+2013+map&espv=2&es_sm=93&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=L601U8PxIOvE2QXAlIDIAQ&ved=0CGQQsAQ&biw=585&bih=595

 

 “TERROR AT THE MARATHON.” ( Globe coverage of the April 15, 2013 bombings at the Boston Marathon and the events that followed.)

http://www.bostonglobe.com/metro/specials/boston-marathon-explosions

 

“War Zone at Mile 26: ‘So Many People Without Legs’” (by Tim Rohan)

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/04/16/us/witnesses-describe-scene-of-carnage-after-blasts-at-

 

“Victims of the Marathon bombings.”  (list of names, ages and types of injuries)

http://www.boston.com/news/local/massachusetts/specials/boston_marathon_bombing_victim_list/

 

“Courage in the Face of Chaos: EMT Response to the Boston Marathon Bombings.” (by  Chris Nelson)

http://www.aed.com/blog/emt-response-to-the-boston-marathon-bombings/#sthash.KBTEsWMy.dpuf

 

“At the End, the Telltale Runners’ Bags.”  (by Mary Pilon)

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/12/30/sports/at-the-end-the-telltale-runners-bags.html?_r=0

 

“Thousand-mile relay to bring donations to Boston Marathon victims.” (by Tim Ghianni)

http://www.newtoncitizen.com/news/2014/mar/27/thousand-mile-r

 

“Boston Marathon Winner Will Donate His Medal.” (by Michael R. Gordon)

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/05/27/sports/boston-marathon-winner-will-donate-medal.html?_r=0

 

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Traversing the Mountain of God: A North Korean Odyssey PART THREE

Feet first

I jump into water that shoulders the boundaries

Of the fanatically-fenced land with the open-for-business land

I go under cover of darkness

And just miss the search lights of the destroyer

Rays of hope, I want to think and then…

I am pulled from the water

And hastened by a helper onto the next long leg of the journey

On a train,

I catch my breath, Your breath.

My training in non-existence kicks in

I can disappear into that inner place

That inner walk with You.

Bumping along, I sleep with one eye open

Resting on the cushion of air at my back

Resting only in God, my deliverer

One eye open

Heart hesitating to believe what I see from the train window

Beauty of nature and productivity of man,

A glimpse of the secret garden

My eye cries a few old tears and some of me slips back into the prison of the walls

You encounter my doubt with Your love.

I climb out.

Resolute that I am meant to climb higher

Noting that there is still a great need for inner-speak in my outer walk.

 

Through more borders without walking papers

I am at the mercy of Your hand

My helpers have given much

Advice and provisions and a cover story.

I pass through….

The guards and the crowds can’t see that I am a giraffe!

They don’t notice that my heart is led into confidence

By a pillar of fire.

 

© 2013 by Teresa Sandhu. All rights reserved

Traversing the Mountain of God: A North Korean Odyssey PART ONE

Walls within walls within walls…

My inner-speak is free and You hear every word.

We walk in the secret garden of love You have planted in my heart

I can see how things should be in the light of Your love.

You regard my rootless restlessness

In the outer political dungeon

With Your loving compassion.

And then, as though it were a blessing and a preparation,

You take off my thin shoes with Your warm hands.

Wash my calloused feet and anoint them with the fragrant oil

Of Your presence.

You have given them

An itch for freedom of movement

Outside these walls.

 

These days

My outer path is cold, circular and unrelenting.

A maze of fragmented heart-rending choices

To do what is best for my family

And yet serve the political dragon.

When I walk ‘underground’

I find great illumination in the darkness

As I walk in Your word in worship.

Outside, I walk with heart tucked in

A paper badge on my sleeve;

My biggest lie.

 

With Your wind at my back

My longing for freedom gets a longer stride.

Your comfort is there as I turn a corner and make difficult choices…

What to do next? So many possible snares!

Comfort again from You and

By Holy Spirit impetus,

I am bid to move into the forbidden freedom.

To climb an impossible mountain.

With courage.

 

Where will strength and provision for the treacherous journey come from?

Wholly His I have wholly received

The breath of life within me.

The source of life.  The overcoming power.

You breathe encouragement into me

 

Your every Word a firestorm of love

You fan the flame in my heart.

I have learned an inner walk

Where I walk on the coals of this furnace within me

In practice

You have shown me what I can do

With You at my back.

Every practical matter is in Your hands.

Sight unseen,

I begin to trust deeply in an underground part of me

That You are forming.

 

© 2013 by Teresa Sandhu. All rights reserved