What Keeps Me In the Race

I can still recall the past, replete with wounded memories; questions and issues spilled over and beyond those bounds which made me down. They may be deep in reality but, they taught me how to be strong and faithful. for they’re means to metaphorical connections that my journey must go on. Those twists and turns that life takes me those trials and tribulations that come along they’re experiences that define myself like the Latin phrase,”ad viros faciendos’. When things get tough as I tread through, I grapple and decide what to do. The flurry of choice enables me to remain unscathed and be true. Individual road on a different path takes me often to the world of parochial life. More relationship to form and define like a gift, a historical occurrence; that bring new insights to my life. During those moments of difficulties I ask the grace to savor the taste of my afflictions. though I may be weak and bogged down at least I’m not making a mountain out of a molehill.