Terry Fox — The Marathon’s Eternal Echo

I ran against the wind so that others could fly. My Marathon of Hope was never about the finish line, but the courage to start. Today, when I see the young lions like Alphonso Davies and Jonathan David sprinting across the pitch in their maple-leaf red, I see my own stride. They carry the same relentless heart that beat across the Canadian Shield. We never stop running; we only get faster, driven by an unbreakable northern will.