Bronze!

When I first met Chris Campbell, he was living on the floor of Burgess Hall that was suspended between the first floor, mine, and the basement of the dormitory.  Our two short floors were like brother/sister houses and we all partied together.  But Chris and I made a special connection.  
He was a wrestler, which I knew nothing about,  and he was quite good at it.  He won most of the time and was coached by Dan Gaeble, who had a great reputation for coaching wrestling.  
Chris was an interesting guy--the thing  I remember the most is that he could use two or three fingers to braid his afro hair into the tiniest little braids all over his head.  It amazed me!
We spent a lot of time together so I asked him to come with me for Thanksgiving.  His family was in New Jersey leaving him alone for the holiday.  Unfortunately, my father was not happy rejecting the idea.  That year I spent Thanksgiving in Burgess Hall with Chris. 
We didn't talk much as the post school years passed.  He won a Bronze medal in the Russian Olympics for wrestling which was totally awesome.   I was happy for him; it was what he had worked for...well, gold would have been better in his mind, but in my mind medaling in an Olympic event was an amazing achievement.
Years later, while sitting in a lounge drumming up business,I ran into a 'pee-wee' wrestling coach.  He said he knew of Chris but regretfully told of his passing due to some horrible disease. 
I was devasted!  Tirelessly, I searched online to find information, only to discover the guy had lied and Chris is alive and well, practicing Sports Law in California.  We have talked since then and it was wonderful to reconnect with him.  It's funny though; his voice was completely not what I remembered.  It's odd that something that important can be forgotten.