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An open letter to Lance Armstrong
Dear Lance,
Thank for finally admitting that you were dishonest. I get
it. It is hard to admit you have done something wrong but once it is out there
you can deal with the consequences. What I don’t understand is why it took you
so long to get this place. You lied and lied. People stood behind you and
trusted you. People went to bat for you. You swore up and down that you were
honest. You lied.
Now it is not only you that has to deal with your lies but
so many others. Those who were faithful to you and trusted you have had their lives
turned upside down. Not only have you shaken the core of your faithful but also
the faith people had in your charity. What happens to those who trusted you,
believed in you and now have no champion for their cause?
The world at large, the cycling world and cancer patients
will go on. All will find faith in others and continue to move forward. The
people I feel most deeply distressed for are your family members, mostly your
children.
Dads are their children’s biggest heroes. Dads are put on the pedestal by children,
especially daughters, as the be all and end all. The world revolves around Dad.
You have taken that away from your own children. You may not think it now, but
what you have done will stay with them their entire lives. People may not trust
them and they may lose trust in others. They carry your last name and will
forever be tied to this scandal just as they were tied to your glory.
In your rise and demise are lessons for all of us. Glory is
great but greatness earned of its own merits is true glory. Eventually we will
all get caught in our lies and deception and it is up to us to take
responsibility. The ripples of our
actions travel far and wide. When people
trust us, it is up to us to continually earn that respect by our actions. So
many lessons….
Ultimately it is you, Lance, that has to get up every
morning and look into the mirror. Do you like what you see?
Peace,
A sad mom and former fan
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