She looked at me and asked if I had anything to say. It all came out at once; I burst into tears, unable to speak. She apologized for the years she was hard on me, saying she only wanted me to be successful. It didn't matter what words she used. I understood her meaning, and forgave her.
I understand that as time goes on and lives progress, moments long gone are indeed long gone. But I believe we should be able to hold those in our hearts and hope that someday, somewhere, we can feel that way again with another human being.
We were rocking out as we pulled up to the United States border. And then I was suddenly afraid. Daddy wasn't with us, it was after midnight, and our leaving at this hour was, to my mind, a little suspicious.
Will I ever take my health for granted again? No. That's why I get nervous every six months when I have my regular boobal check-ups and why I see my doctors whenever anything feels the slightest bit wonky.
People gushed when I said I was going to Costa Rica for three months in 2007 to write, do yoga, and learn how to surf -- especially about the surfing part. "Oh my God, you're going to love it! You're going to get addicted! Surfing is the most amazing sport ever!"
Unless you are aware of how you feel, you can't choose something different. And choose something different you must. When your feelings aren't supporting where you want to go, you must be willing to put them aside and move forward.