Where were you in 1976? Even though I arrived in the U.S. one year earlier, 1976 was the year when I became immersed in the American culture. Vietnamese and French music was replaced by the Eagles, ABBA, and Fleetwood Mac. Rocky was the movie of the year and Sly was the man. Charlie’s Angels was a big hit that keep us sisters glued to the TV. But there was one event in 1976 that opened up my world. The Montreal Olympics.
For the land and population of Vietnam, the Vietnamese people are way under-presented in the Olympics. Countries such as Jamaica or the Bahamas average about 200,000 per medal, where as Vietnam and India are dead last. Sports are somewhat frown upon because it seems so vain to be faster/stronger than anyone else. And if you’re a girl, forget it. While watching the 1976 Olympics on TV, I held my breath following Nadia’s every move and cheered for the 10 that followed. I began to see possibilities from her achievements and with determination and hard work, I can be somebody.
Last week we visited the Olympic stadium in Montreal and it brings a lot of memories of who I was in 1976. We were poor, lived in a tiny house belonged to our church, spoke broken English and faced an uncertain future. But I dreamed to be rich one day, just like the TV miniseries Rich Man, Poor Man.























