When I
first met him, my impression was only: he’s tall. I mean like, he’s tall,
REALLY tall, over 2 meters.
For Indonesian, it was, yeah, extremely tall.
However,
he’s not just slender; he’s quite muscular so everybody could tell that he did
sport regularly.
Then, it
was revealed that he was a long distance and marathon
swimmer. He won a golden medal at the Olympic Games in Beijing in 2008 for open
water swimming, 10 km.
So, Olympic
winner? That’s amazing, according to me, a person who
cannot swim for more than 50 meters. But it doesn’t stop there. His story is more than that.
As a curious human being, I googled his
name. I found a website of him and they said that ‘In 2001 he was diagnosed
with cancer (leukaemia)
and at one point he wasn’t expected to survive. After
being in the hospital for half a year for chemotherapy, surgery, and stem cell
transplantation, he had the luck to recover and became a professional swimmer
again.’
I knew a
friend that had cancer. I could say that she looked sad and withered. It made
me think that cancer is a severe disease that affects not only your body but
also your mind. No way to escape.
But then
there he is, a cancer-survivor, winning Olympic Games, and still living in
happiness.
“It was
like national celebration when he won,” said one of my guests when I asked her
about him.
“He really struggled to win that competition
and all people in the country were really proud of him,” added another guest.
Then,
I was sure; I had met a wonderful person
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