There is no winning. There is nobody to do this for me when I can’t. So I must always be the one. When I fail, or just can’t get up that one more time, I have to get up and do it anyway. There are some days when I would love to be replaceable. Maybe I am. What if I just didn’t get up. Who would really suffer? Maybe they would suddenly realize that they could manage without me! Would I count that as a success? Would anybody thank me for all I gave? Would I rejoice in becoming obsolete?
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