Grace, Gold, and Glory My Leap of Faith
Gabrielle Douglas, Michelle Burford
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In the 2012 London Olympics, US gymnast Gabrielle Douglas stole hearts and flew high as the All-Around Gold Medal winner, as well as acting as a critical member of the US gold-medal-winning women gymnastics team. In this personal autobiography, Gabrielle tells her story of faith, perseverance, and determination, demonstrating you can reach your dreams if you let yourself soar.
mom. But on the very first Monday of 2012, I couldn’t have been more mad at her. In fact, after my mother, my sister Joyelle, and my brother, John, flew home to Virginia the next morning, I was still so furious that I didn’t Skype with Mom for two weeks. I knew she was right. I was just way too upset to admit it. The next afternoon as I dragged myself into Chow’s gym for a hard workout, Mom’s words were still fresh in my head. I thought of the hundreds of double shifts she’d worked in order to
all the homework was finished, Miss Carolyn would call her girls into the living room to watch things like figure skating and gymnastics on television. “Look how disciplined you have to be to master all four of these apparatuses,” she would explain. She wanted to expose them to as much of the world as she could; that was her way of giving them a vision for what was possible in their hometown and far beyond it. I loved having Miss Carolyn close by in Virginia— especially when it was my birthday,
beautiful furniture!), held hands, and prayed. “Lord, thank you for bringing Gabrielle into our home,” Travis said. I peeked through one eye to have a closer look at everyone’s faces around the table; I quickly closed that eye again when I saw that the other four girls were peeking too. “And God, please bless our food,” Travis continued. “In your name we pray, amen.” After we’d devoured the chicken (delish!), Travis placed dessert on the table: a bowl of fresh strawberries, grapes, and apples.
from the Partons’ walls. Mom booked a room large enough for the five of us at Staybridge Suites. We didn’t have a Christmas tree at the hotel, but Mom had packed our gifts into a suitcase. “Here you are,” she said, handing each of us a carefully wrapped package. In the following days, other than a trip to the mall, we didn’t do anything all that special — and that’s what makes my family so amazing. Even if we’re simply sitting around, laughing and reminiscing, it’s still fun — kinda like a
when I turned around, it was my dad. But since he usually calls me Brie or Scooter, I was baffled by why he was screaming that name. Afterward, when the media asked me about our reunion, I said I was happy to see him again. That was only half of the truth. The other half is that I felt the same way I feel whenever Dad just turns up — equally excited and perplexed. After the competition, my confusion turned into resentment. Dad began telling the media how he always supported me in my gymnastics