6/17/2009 6:46 PM
I’m looking at a floor covered in broken glass. A cherished picture given to me, shattered by my own clumsy actions. I put it in the wrong spot. Moved the wrong thing. CRASH, SHATTER! Shards of glass all over. If only I had taken care to put it in its proper spot sooner. As I pick up the pieces, my first instinct is to get mad! ****! Can’t I have anything that doesn’t get broken!??? I pick up shard after shard, looking at it thinking about the irony how much it seems to mirror my life in many respects. Still looking, feeling defeated, I want to just leave it there. I can’t escape these things can I? We make mistakes, things get broken. All we can do is pick up the pieces and throw them away.
I am certain that your success as a runner, and in all things is due more to the strength of your fighting spirit than anything else. Seabee