I don’t know what his name was. But what he said came at the perfect time.
Three miles from the Finish Line in Miami, three weeks ago.
His simple sentence: “You’ve got this.”
Even though I felt like the dirt on the bottom of my shoe at that point, he said he believed I could do it. So I did.
Thank you, kind Stranger-Man.
Moms and Dads, you’re normal. And you’re going to make it.
Continue readingIt was the only day I brought two paper bags to school.
One full. For lunch. A PB&J sandwich (grape jelly – is there anything else?) and Doritos (Nacho cheese. Cool Ranch hadn’t been invented.)
And one empty. For the back of my chair. With my name on it. A piece of tape holding it.
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