Idag sprang barnen Terry Fox Run. Terry Fox var en ung man som drabbades av en ovanlig bencancer vid arton års ålder. Cancern ledde till att hans ben amputerades. För att samla in pengar till cancerforskningen och för att visa att inget är omöjligt bestämde han sig för att springa från St Johns, Newfoundland till Port Coquitlam, British Columbia. Över hela Kanada.Terry Fox mål var att samla in en dollar för varje kanadensare. När han hade ungefär en tredjedel av sträckan kvar spred sig cancern till lungorna och Terry Fox dog, då 22 år gammal. Vid sin död hade han nått sitt mål och samlat in 24 miljoner dollar. Idag har man i Terry Fox namn samlat in 500 miljoner dollar till cancerforskning och summan stiger för varje år.
Större har arbetat med tema Terry Fox sedan skolan började i september. Hon har läst böcker, sett på filmer och googlat om Terry Fox. Övat på svåra ord med Terry Fox-tema (marathon, amputate...), lärt sig att deklamera en dikt med Terry Fox-tema och nu sist tagit fram en presentation om Terry Fox. Den framförde hon igår med några klasskamrater för andra klasser på skolan.
Större är oerhört inspirerad av Terry Fox. Alldeles speciellt tycker hon om hans budskap om att han inte alls var speciell, utan att alla människor kan göra extraordinära saker om de bestämmer sig. Här är dikten som Större lärt sig. Jag gråter en skvätt varje gång jag hör den.
Somebody said it couldn't be done,
But he with a chuckle replied,
That "maybe it couldn't", but he would be one,
Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.
So he buckled right in, with the trace of a grin, on his face.
If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing and he tackled the thing,
That couldn't be done, and he did it.
Somebody scoffed: Oh you'll never do that;
At least no one has ever done it.
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he's begun it.
With a lift of his chin, and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing and he tackled the thing,
That couldn't be done, and he did it.
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle right in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That "cannot be done", and you'll do it.
But he with a chuckle replied,
That "maybe it couldn't", but he would be one,
Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.
So he buckled right in, with the trace of a grin, on his face.
If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing and he tackled the thing,
That couldn't be done, and he did it.
Somebody scoffed: Oh you'll never do that;
At least no one has ever done it.
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he's begun it.
With a lift of his chin, and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing and he tackled the thing,
That couldn't be done, and he did it.
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle right in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That "cannot be done", and you'll do it.
(By Edgar A. Guest)
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