Sunday, August 10, 2008


After dinner tonight we got out the Scrabble board for another match. Of course, Momma the word smith was playing for blood. I watch her intensity and the relentless way she moves the tiles around on her tray, looking for another point or a better word. She is a fierce competitor. Tonight I realized that my competitive spirit comes from her. At an early age I was taught not to give up, to persevere and to do my best. She taught me to compete, but to be most competitive with myself. It is simply in the genes.

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