pointed at his broken legs and asked me: “are there any possibilities for me to ever be an athlete?” i froze for a second. “oh, of course there are, you look…healthy.” but my voice was uncertain. the poor man started crying bitterly. “but there ain’t a chance, i’m just a piece of crap…” he chocked. “no, believe-in yourself. disabled people can show strong abilities which will make abled people marvel at.” the man took my encouragement, wiped off his tears and swore to get well again. an olympic volunteer should never impale anyone. just then and italian audience called me. “excuse me, could you please order me some macaroni and a mushroom pizza.” i was confused of he’s accent. as an olympic volunteer, i still have a lot to improve. i’m satisfied with my work today. and i believe every v