Motivation from the mother

I called perspective an m-f not too long ago. Now that my head has cleared and my heart has regenerated itself, I see perspective as a mother figure, one that guides and nurtures, both firm and tender. I am a work in progress and I benefit from mentors and coaches. Now I look to Play Brother to be an inspiration. He may have liver cancer but he’s making plans to hop on that beautifully restored Harley-Davidson, to move into a new classroom once the new buildings are done, to go to the movies with us. So I can train for another race. I can go single to a New Year’s Eve semiformal event. I can vow to live for each precious moment I have.

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