SNIPPET: You may be familiar with the fine Irish tenor voice of Ronan TYNAN from Co. Kilkenny as one of the "three tenors" (he is the one with the glasses and big smile, whose interpretation of lyrics is so marvelous) - but did you know that TYNAN was also a sports medicine physician who trained in medicine at Trinity College, Dublin? I did not -- nor did I suspect that he was a double amputee following an accident at the age of 20 that affected his legs. Despite this "bump in the road," Ronan has won 20 world records and many gold medals in international track and field events. In 1992 TYNAN won the John McCormack Cup for Tenor Voice. In 2002, he authored a book, "Halfway Home: My Life 'Til Now." Ronan TYNAN was recently honored by the United Hospital Fund for his public service to the city of New York. Along with 96 other hospital volunteers, TYNAN was recognized for his tireless volunteer work. He was commended especially for his contributions to NYC after September 11, 2001, including the many memorial services and funerals at which he volunteered to sing. His volunteer activities include for the NY Fire Dept., the Garden City Community and Family Relief Fund, and the Children's Scholarship Fund for Inner-City Children in NJ. TYNAN has been named honorary ambassador to the Special Olympics by Tourism Ireland. He composed and recorded the song "Ireland -- This is the Hour" for the Summer Games in Dublin. My favorite song that Ronan has recorded: "Scorn Not His Simplicity." Scorn Not His Simplicity (Phil Coulter) See the child With the golden hair Yet eyes that show the emptiness inside Do we know Can we understand just how he feels Or have we really tried See him now As he stands alone And watches children play a children's game Simple child He looks almost like the others Yet they know he's not the same Scorn not his simplicity But rather try to love him all the more Scorn not his simplicity Oh no Oh no See him stare Not recognizing the kind face That only yesterday he loved The loving face Of a mother who can't understand what she's been guilty of How she cried, tears of happiness the day the doctor told her it's a boy Now she cries tears of helplessness and thinks of all the things he can't enjoy Scorn not his simplicity But rather try to love him all the more Scorn not his simplicity Oh no Oh no Only he knows how to face the future hopefully Surrounded by despair He won't ask for your pity or your sympathy But surely you should care Scorn not his simplicity But rather try to love him all the more Scorn not his simplicity Oh no Oh no Oh no