Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Ninety-Nine
Cold hands, even with the gloves on.
I should try it. What’s the worst that could happen?
Snyder’s Hope Theory.
More planning. Always planning. Always building. I like building.
“They are right there,” I tell her. “Right on the edge. I feel it and I can see it, and that’s what excites me.”
The last thing he says to me before we walk to our cars is, “I’m proud of you.”
I think about what he said while driving back home and get a little teary-eyed from the sunlight in my eyes and his words.
I have them sit and close their eyes and breathe.
Here we go.
When you hear the same compliment three times in a row, then you have to believe it.
