In life we all encounter struggles for which we never thought we had the moxie to endure. But the survivor's spirit is in us all. It's there, although at times it seems the most difficult thing to conjure. The human spirit. Indomitable. These words are for my son, Ethan. You never walk alone.
- When by my solitary hearth I sit,
And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom;
When no fair dreams before my 'mind's eye' flit,
And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head!
I love you, son.
