I
just
watched
Michael
Phelps
win
his
8th
gold
medal
in
the
Olympics
and
I
am
inspired!
I
was
thinking
of
an
article
I
read
yesterday
about
the
little Chinese
girl
who
sang
the
beautiful
song
in
the
opening
ceremony
of
the
Olympics.
It
later
came
out
that
she
was
lip
synching
to
the
voice
of
another
Chinese little
girl.
Apparantlly
the
girl
with
the
beautiful
voice
was
not
"pretty
enough"
to
be
suitable
for
this
role
so
they
placed a
"prettier" girl
in
her
place.!
The
whole
story
left
me
feeling
angry,
dissapointed
and
very
sad
for
both
of
those
little
girls.
Then
I
started
kind
of
following
Michael
Phelps
and
his
pursuit
for
a
gold
medal
record,
and
after
every
race
I
would
notice
his
big
kind
of
goofy
smile.
He
doesn't
have
perfect
teeth
and
he
is
certainly
not
the
most
handsome
swimmer
at
the
Olympics
but
he
has
talant
and
he
has
worked
his
butt
off
to
chase
his
dream. He
isn't
tperfect
looking
but in
a
way
that
makes
him
even
more
endearing because
he
is
real.
I
was relating
this
all
to
my
experience
with
living
with
OCD
and
how it's
so
hard
for
me
to
accept
anything
that
I
don't
feel
is
perfect. Things
need
to
be
perfectly
clean,
my
signature
has
to be
perfectly
written...for
me
to
feel comfortable.
But
I
need
to fight
the
urge
for
temporary
comfort
because
OCD
is
as
deceptive
as
the
image
of
the
little
girl
who
appeared
to
be
singing
- what
may
have
appeared
to
be
perfect
was
not
real. On
the
other
hand,
Michael
Phelps'
accomplishment
reminds
me
that
real life
can
be
hard
and
uncomfortable
and
not
perfect
and
if
I
can
accept
that,
it
can
also
be quite wonderful
at
times!
