"Perseverance is not a long race; it is many short races one after the other" - Walter Elliot
I remember my speech teacher giving me a book and the Elliot quote was on the first page. I have never forgotten it probably because at the age of nine it took me at least three minutes to sound out the word 'perseverance'. HA!
I had no idea how often I would return to the quote over the next 19 years.
I remember a hazy summer day in 1997 as I sat on the couch with my mom. She was sick... so all of my family came over to help her clean. This was odd, because my family usually only got together on holidays. I think their gathering was meant to happen that way. We finally convinced her to go to the ER. I remember her looking so pale and only wanting to eat banana popsicles. She finally agreed to go after battling back and forth with her sisters. Mom didn't want to go as I had my first day of fourth grade the following day and she wanted to see me off on the bus. She didn't trust my father to get me on the bus, I assume. My mom was the kindest person I have ever met, no one had a negative thing to say about her and she loved me with every ounce of her being. I loved her too; she was my best friend.