when others drag themselves out of the hellish place they were in, reach down low and grab those bootstraps and pull themselves up. Have just had a long conversation with a young ex student who kicked a drug habit during my time with him, rubbed his back while he suffered the pains of it all and he still held firm, his head is all over the place at the moment and he is still there, still fighting, still being strong, and I'm so very very proud of him.
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When others make me proud, they are of the highest stature in my mind.
What about the rest of our Pride? 😉