|"Running the Marathon of Hope"|
On April 12th, 1980 - finally ready to begin his journey, Terry dipped his artificial leg into the Atlantic ocean to begin his coast-to-coast quest across Canada. With only his close friend Doug Alward and his camper van beside him for rest, refreshment and company, the first two months were met with little more than the meagre yet well-intentioned donations from those who happened to see this brave young man on one leg, forcing himself through daily emotional and physically grinding marathons. Terry faced the hardest path on any noble quest; the initial hostility from the same species he was desperately trying to help - misunderstanding the bigger picture for an inconvenient spectre of its frame. Drivers forced him off the road, towns barley acknowledged his journey - with the odd exception, and even a succession of disagreements with partner Doug eventually left them on non-speaking terms. However - like all miracles which are sculpted by persistence, the tide was about to turn.
A third into his race - though already amassing over $200,000 dollars, the aim was frustratingly behind schedule. Entering the vast city of Montreal, it was here the inhabitants - and more importantly, the local media, finally stoop up and took notice of a young kid attempting to achieve the impossible. With each run of each day his popularity grew and grew; leaving him a hero, source of inspiration, and national celebrity. Yet for the man himself this was little more than a positive offshoot to raise more funds and awareness. Terry never once lost sight of his goal, and from day 1 till day 143, had completed 3338 miles of his 5000 total; or almost a marathon per day - just as he had set out to achieve.
On September 1st 1980 - day 144, and running through Thunder Bay, Terry began to feel sharp pains in his chest too severe to bear. Doctors revealed his initial cancer had returned and spread to his lungs; forcing him to abandon the run and return home for chemotherapy. While deeply disappointed, he had already raised $1.7 million dollars for cancer research, as well as alert an entire nation of the horrors of cancer. On June 28th, 1981 Terry was to pass away from the illness - a month shy of his 23rd birthday. However in April that year, his run - and the subsequent donations, had raised $24,2 million; a dollar for every citizen of Canada - he lived to see his goal reached - leaving the run a rousing success. From one step in the Ocean to a giant leap for mankind, Fox changed both the perceptions of what was humanly possible, as well as the way the North of North America viewed charity funding. The shortest life endured suffering most of us will never have to face, yet took every ounce of pain and turned it into something positive; cancer may have taken his life, but it was never strong enough to invade his spirit. And ultimately, this is the imprinted message Terry leaves us all - the courage to fight, no matter how high the odds are stacked against us...
The story of Terry Fox is one of those rare, wonderful accounts of how a solitary human being can turn hell into heaven purely by the desire to do so. A cause devoid of ego, and born from the frustrations of seeing those less fortunate than he was – which is remarkable considering his own suffering, Fox is the barometer of how capable the human race can be, when throwing aside all the nonsense of power, control and ignorance; and simply sets out to collectively work together in fighting a common enemy. If I ever feel myself slacking in my goals, or complaining the weather is too rough or my legs too tired, I imagine Terry – running through thick snow or blazing sunshine as his leg bleeds from many miles of sheer torture on the body, and remember that if we just keep going, and never give in… you never know what we can achieve...
Terry Fox: 1958 – 1981
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