When Billy Mills was a child on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota, a Jesuit priest gave his father a book with a collection of articles. One of the entries said, “Olympians are chosen by the gods.” Mills wanted to become an Olympian, because he wanted be...
I think over again my small adventures
My fears, those small ones that seemed so big
For all the vital things I had to get and reach
And yet there is only one great thing
The only thing
To live to see the great day that dawns
And the light that fills the world.