Can you, with the record not in your favor, move forward with passion and remember that your calling in your profession is to positively influence the lives of young men, to help them see the value of reaction to adversity, the importance of being a part of something bigger than themselves, to try to impress upon them concepts that will inevitably help them be better sons, husbands, and fathers?
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In the heaviness of this world, I work to remind myself of first. Of how unnecessary my pointer finger is for clicking and how important my eyes are for collecting the captured. My heart bundles the broken just as much as the bliss.
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And there was ALL SKATE. Love.me.some.all.skate. I was never huge on sucking face or even holding hands with boys until well into my upper middle school years. Nope.I frequented Starlite for joy. For the stale, humid, trapped-inside cocktail of oxygen & carbon dioxide whipping through my side ponytail. For the slippery tiled UNEVEN bathroom floors with NO DOORS on the stalls. For the limbo competition. And, of course, for ALL SKATE. Couples skate was B-O-R-I-N-G.
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Telling your story of home. Finding pieces that tell you life best.
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I am thankful for the energy out. For the joy in. Still. For the sand and the sweat. The heat. The laughter. The water. The reminder that going back is good. That staying connected is even better. That bittersweet is real and that 4 walls are just wooded beams, electrical wire and plaster. That memories are the colors we live and the pictures we hang.
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