Once upon a time a man lied about taking performance enhancing drugs, won many medals, made lots of money and made alot of other people lots of money and along with some other people lied some more. In the process he made a sport very famous and very profitable and the people cheered--except for those who knew he was lying and were lying themselves.
Because the man's highly profitable winning streak didn't begin until after enduring and surviving a brutal chemotherapy regime for testicular cancer, people worshipped him even more. After the man was elevated to stardom, he was untouchable and confused with godliness and as he confused himself with someone beyond reproach, he continued to deceive those who admired him and those who didn't.
Eventually, after the the star-man who was launched into the stratosphere and worshipped and revered was exposed, he was shot down.
And now the man is hated for failing to be superhuman and for lying to uphold the illusion that he was a god among men as he free falls back down to earth--where he belonged all along.
Not the end (by any stretch of the imagination).
Molly Secours is a writer, filmmaker, speaker who lives in Nashville TN