The bad. Carl Lewis. Ouch.
The good. Whitney Houston. Flawless. Gives you chills.
The best. A disabled man and his countrymen.
The crowd’s spontaneous singing to help out the nervous fella is wonderful. This is what it is all about. The people in the crowd likely have a thousand things that divide them in politics, religion, work, and life. But, at this moment, they all are all singing the same tune.
It reminds me that we dwell on our differences much more than we should.
You have any favorite renditions?
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