move on
I sat there in the dark, alone, broken, on the eve of my sons first game in the NBA I sat alone on a playground basketball court and waited for death. I'd been given only days to live, that was fourteen months ago.
It's been nearly 370 million seconds, 10 thousand hours, fourteen months since I realised what I've done was not who I could be. Unburden yourself from the mistakes of your past and when you do your heart grows stronger. I should know mine was supposed to go out along time ago. It doesn't mean what you've done is forgotten. What you've done is out there. And what you've done remembers.
/ Dan Scott
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