I am always reading a book.
I find that it soothes me when I'm stressed,
stimulates me when I'm lazy,
and entertains me when I'm bored.
I love a good book!
The last book that I finished was Linda Armstrong's (Lance's mom) book, No Mountain High Enough: Raising Lance, Raising Me. It was a great book, and another inspirational story.
I found this part particularly meaningful...
I believe in the power of being cheered on. I've seen it work for a baby taking his first step, for a battered marathon runner on the track, for the little boys' football team on their last living legs, for a secretary struggling to pull together a proposal by five. Cheering someone on is a noble endeavor. It's such a purely giving thing, and giving feels good. I feel sorry for anyone who hasn't discovered that firsthand. There is a special bond between the cheering and the cheered. When you care enough about someone to show up for them, love them enough to get all emotionally involved and be a complete bellering fool, all in the cause of encouragement -- you know, I think there must be some sort of love-induced chemical reaction. Somehow a little of your soul gets transferred into their system and gives them this little snap-crackle-pop of energy.
I am reminded that I have great cheerers in my life!
2 comments:
I love cheerleaders!!!
You're almost done then you have to make-up all of those sacrificed Happy Hours...not to worry we'll be there to cheer you on or help consume some libations!!
Go, Jane Go!
Wa-hoo Jane!!!
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