When she was a child, my love carried a road-map in her hand the way other girls carried handkerchiefs.
I want them to hear your story. And know that there is a special strength…” As I spoke I realized I needed to hear it, know it, too. “A special strength in enduring such dark trials and hardships… And still remaining warm, and kind. Still willing to trust-and reach out.
The pain of problems is a call to find solutions rather than a reason for unhappiness and inaction, so it’s silly, pointless, and harmful to be upset at the problems and choices that come at you (though it’s understandable).
I could stand alone because I knew I was not alone.
I think this is what we all want to hear: that we are not alone in hitting the bottom, and that it is possible to come out of that place courageous, beautiful, and strong.
If ever you feel like an animal among men, be a lion.
May you have strength to complete studies.
My limits know me well enough to stay out of my way.
Let go of your all fears, be strong.
When I put down Lance Armstrong’s book, I understood something profoundly. Edie, if you can move, you’re not sick. I decided right then and there that no matter what cancer did to me I would continue to move. Movement was what the physical body was designed to do; it was how it coped and functioned. Movement was vitality. It was life.
I would move. Always. No matter what. Until my last breath, I would move.