I will not accept defeat.

I don’t allow myself to be defeated. By anything. If I’m thrown into a morass, I find my way out. Even when my dear Jeanne had Alzheimer’s. The two of us found a way to cope. Together. To continue our lifelong love affair. By cultivating unconditional love. Maybe there is no such thing. But I could be fooled into thinking there is. And that’s good enough for me. Because I’m capable of living in a dream world. In which I emerge victorious. I’m able to live like a knight in shining armor. Even after Jeanne died, life went on. In grand and glorious and loving ways. Because I insist on living happily ever after. I will not accept defeat. –Jim Broede