This story is not about just one team,

but about a boy that represents for me all that Special Olympics is
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Nahum is from Honduras, like the rest of his team.
He plays goalie.

 

 

 

Nahum has Down's syndrome and stutters most of the time when he talks.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He loves to talk about sports, especially soccer. He knows the name of every soccer player on the professional Latin American teams, and remembers the important dates, places and goals of the past ten years. World cups, important games or small ones, he always enjoys the game. He dreams of being a soccer player but knows that he's not fast enough to be the goalie for the professional Honduran team.

 

Let the games begin.

 

I saw him play, I saw him win and lose. I saw him laugh and sometimes cry. Everyone was having fun.

 

After watching and cheering for awhile, I hear disturbing commentary from those around me. "Win or lose, play or not, doesn't seem like there's a difference." - somebody says.

Othe people ask, "Are they aware of what is going on?" "Do they know why they're here?"


"Is this just a big trip to amuse them?"

The day arrives.

 

The answer is simple.

 

 

They're here to play, and win.

 

They are very aware!