Saturday, January 24, 2004Relatives came over to celebrate my mother’s birthday. They were gathered at the living room when I made my entrance. I started shaking hands and exchanging a couple of words with each person I came across. When I came to the last person, he saw my hand in front of him, and as he shook it, he had a dumbfounded look on his face. He seemed to want to say something, but was having trouble coming up with what to say. He could not believe his eyes. Was he afraid I would confront him about something he said months ago? “I thought you were the athlete around here. What has happened to you? Too much food and internet?” But no, nothing needed to be said. When I turned around to walk away, he still looked perplexed. He must have wondered whether or not his old, beaten-up eyes were deceiving him. But no, they weren’t… I stood in front of him weighing 40 pounds less than the last time he had seen me. Too much of a difference in too short a time. My willpower had worked its magic. Man, that willpower of mine… Posted by at 8:46 pm [Permalink]
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