What are my sincerest hopes for my dear ones?

Dear Mica, we don’t know the story of the boy, or what was behind the decision to award him, or how they determined criteria.
Long ago I babysat a boy with spina bifida five days a week for six years. We got close and he felt like a baby brother to me. His father was very into sports, so his children were, too, even Mike. We’d toss a football back and forth in the back yard often. They applied to enter Michael into the Special Olympics, but he was turned down. Here he was, paralyzed from the chest down, a prosthetic bladder, and he was not considered “handicapped enough” to even enter the Special Olympics. I just remember how crushed Michael was. Kids with spina bifida don’t have a long life expectancy, and Michael died aged 17. When he died, some professional football players donated money to a sports complex, and his name and photo are on the wall there… but he never got to play. So I’m not fond of labels and inflexible categories. I hope that doesn’t come off sounding harsh – it’s not meant that way. It is only meant as a reminder that the boy you mentioned is also well loved, and we might want to reserve judgment about the situation. ❤