(The sound of scribbling) …
Hey you … After my father
passed away it would be the last time in my life that my mother would
physically pick me up from the ground if ever I fell down unless it was a life
threatening injury, those years were hard for me because I was young,
just a child and i didn’t fully understand it, but don’t get it wrong she
did this was done out of true love and deep painful wisdom , there was a hidden
wisdom in the pain and toughness, she knew a secret that in the absence of a
man in the house, I would have to learn very early in life how to pick myself
up and keep going intrinsically , I would have to learn to be my own cheer
leader and motivator, and I would have to teach my mind to go ahead, my soul to
provide the energy from the pain for I would have plenty , and my body to
follow, my grind would have to be more potent , more focused , more relentless
and to this day I thank her for it. 
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