Guest Author - Cavelle Natasha Layes
I will never forget that moment or the feeling that went along with it. I remember how my heart was pumping out a million beats per second, I had goose bumps covering my entire body and I could not breathe in another breath. I know it wasn't just me, it was like an epidemic that swept the country in a matter of seconds, and people everywhere were suffering from these same symptoms at this exact moment. Everyone was silent, everyone had the same thing on their mind, and ďWill he do itĒ?
Alexandre Bilodeau had just completed his run, it was flawless, it was unbelievable, it was exactly what we were preying for, but was it enough? There was still one opponent left, if he managed to get a better score Alex would not be given another chance, the gold medal would be lost.
The scene was like something out of a movie, packed restaurants sat with piping hot food on the tables but no one was there. Why? Because every single person including the kitchen staff was huddled in front of the television in silence, waiting...
The streets were packed full of people from one side to the other, a sea of red and white, despite the fact that there were thousands of supporters gathered together you could still hear a pin drop. The adrenaline was building; intensity was hitting its highest peak. This scene was the same not just throughout Vancouver or British Columbia but across Canada, it was repeated in the largest cities and smallest towns. People from coast to coast were sitting in a silent prayer.
It only took minutes for the next opponent Guilbaut Colas (representing France) to finish his run, but for most of us these minutes seemed to stretch through eternity. I remember how the chills spread throughout me as I watched Colas go down the hill. I hoped with all my might that he would not fall, I wanted so badly for Alex to win on pure skill. I wanted to know that somewhere along this 23 second run Alex would have come out the stronger opponent.
Colas cross's the finish line and you can feel the anticipation leap into overdrive as the world awaits the judges score. Finally their decision is announced and they award Colas a score of 25.74, its 1.01 lower then Canada! The crowd erupted in cheers as Alex was crowned the first ever Olympian to win the gold medal on Canadian soil, and just like that, the minutes that went by all to slow now seemed to slip by all to fast as the celebration begins.
It wasn't just the moment that I will remember; itís the feeling, the emotion behind the moment. Itís the sound of large crowds bursting out into O'Canada, it's the sight of complete strangers hugging in celebration, and the tears of happiness that rolled down the cheeks of so many supporters. This moment, this feeling, will never be lost, it will not be just another entry into the history books but a story that we will tell our grandkids in years to come. You see this was more then just a win for Alexandre Bilodeau, it was a win for Canada, a win for you and me. Its proof of our pride and that is something that will forever remain in our hearts.