In the Olympics, an athlete with
significant achievements and milestones is allowed to be the last runner in the
torch relay and given the honor of lighting the Olympic Cauldron. On occasion,
the people chosen to light the Cauldron are not dignitaries, cultural figures,
or famous at all. Their invited participation,
nevertheless, symbolizes Olympic ideals.
The torch is seen by millions as it makes
its journey through thousands of miles.
It carries the flame, the very essence of the Olympic games. Huge crowds turn out to cheer the start of
the torch relay. Astonishing spirit from tens of thousands is sensed around the
torch convoy. There is, however, a marked difference between the torchbearers
and the spectators. Spectators are
unaware that the design of the torch often makes it a heavy carry for the
runner. They are unaware that sometimes
the torch must be carried across water and only a skilled diver is able to hold
aloft. They are completely unaware of
how long the relay journey can be. All
they will remember is how bright and spectacular the flame glowed through the
routes and how it made its triumphant entry into an opening ceremony.
Over the course
of the route, it is not uncommon for the flame to be accidentally extinguished
during the relay. Sometimes
– even deliberately. Many factors can
and often contribute to the sudden black out.
Gusts of wind, torrential rain, repeated below-zero measures, and the cries of protesters are a
constant threat – not to the relay itself, but to the torch.
Every so often, just like in The Olympics, our lives are marked by “memorable extinguishings.” Long passageways inevitably create wind
tunnels and no matter what we do – the impending glitch occurs. The honor we felt as torchbearers – chosen
among hundreds of athletes – quickly transitions into an eternal moment of
self-consciousness and awkward experience. At this trivial point, the runner meets the spectator once again. Except no longer a spectator – now a
caretaker, a flame protector. Vision is
impaired for only a moment – until someone from the crowd shares the
flame. You see, redemption is near when
a close observation of a lit candle is made.
It reflects two flames. The
yellow one – highly visible, tall and glowing and the blue – much smaller,
hotter, closer to the candle itself. The
former is prone to the extinguish because it is readily exposed. The latter is protected, hidden, for it lies closer
to the candle. When both are abruptly extinguished,
the flame of dreams moves through caretakers around and among us as we are charged to carry the torch with high regard.
Should the
journey threaten to extinguish the flame – do not be discouraged. Be en-couraged. The torch is simply re-lit by caretakers
around you and it will carry on. For unbeknownst to you, the flame itself –
the blue one - remains preserved – safely encased inside your heart.
Dedicated to Torchbearers
Asael Ruvalcaba, Carlos M. Lainez, & Letty Rodriguez
Significant contributors to the Los Fresnos Educational Community.
Alongside which, before the eyes of the nation,
the city’s cauldron has shone at its brightest.
the city’s cauldron has shone at its brightest.
“My hands remain
Protecting the flame
Until you are able to, on fire,
Set yourself once again”
~ M. Bolado