Watch the clip and see what you think.
I wasn’t as lucky for the Salt Lake Olympics because I was in a mental institution for a portion of the Olympics. I had had a manic episode on a vacation in Asia that year and nobody around knew what to do; the obvious solution was to fly me home.
My Dad sprang for a trip home for me. Between the flight and layovers, I didn’t get to sleep for about 28 hours, and got put into the “hospital” the next day after my not-so-glorious return. I was so tired from the flight and disoriented that I had difficulty sitting through the four-hour long admission process.
In all actuality, I probably didn’t really need to be there at all.