As you get older fighting back against a bully gets easier.
You find your footing. Your strength, your courage, is hardened over years of
torture from getting picked on by the bigger kids. But what happens when you
bully yourself?
This time last year I watched the fireworks from hospital
windows. I missed my daughter march in her first parade. The last few days I
see history start to repeat itself. Bed ridden. Seizures. Loss of appetite.
Throughout it all I never once lose my spirit.
I hold fast to my love of my family, of my dreams, and of
the power behind the words that flow from my fingertips to the keyboard. Though
I am weary I have enough strength to remind you to stay the course. Follow your
path. Take your next step. Mine may be accompanied with a cane again, but that
does not hinder its motives.
Stay true to you. I promise to do the same on my end.
Remember: If you think you can, you can. If you think you
can’t, you won’t.
I admire your tenacity...wish I had more...I can fight sporadically depending on wellness but then illness takes over and the work stops. Good 4 you!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Newt. By not giving up you are stronger than you give yourself credit for. Be gentle with yourself. Huge kudos to you. *hug*
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