Thank you, mother. For reading to me. Before I could read.
Instilling in me. The mantra, ‘I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.’
Over and over. Sounding like a tiny locomotive. Chugging. Chugging. Chugging
away. Relentlessly. On a mission. The well-defined task. Of the ‘Little Engine
that Could.’ Pulling a long freight
train. Up a steep mountain pass. Believing. Against all odds. That it could achieve.
The seemingly impossible. What bigger and mightier engines couldn’t. Mostly because
of their defeatist attitudes. Some didn’t even try. They gave up. Never bothering
to test the impossible. Never trying. Except
for the little engine that could. A true believer. And that’s what I wanted to
be. A true believer, and more. I’ve followed that mantra. My entire life. ‘’I
think I can. I think I can. I think I can.’ That’s how I’ve become. What I am.
A romantic idealist. A spiritual free-thinker. A political liberal. A writer. A
lover. A dreamer. Yes. Yes. Once again.
Thank you, mother. For guiding me. To the right path. So that I could become. A
true believer. In myself. --Jim
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