And that reminded me of this:
Full lyrics HERE.
Five years ago my mother was dying in a nursing home. I visited her every day.
It was hard. I felt like my role was to cheer her up and give her a happy break from the tedium, but all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball.
I would blast "Heroes" to give me energy, to remind myself that I didn't have to be heroic forever-- just for today. Then I did what I needed to do.
Inspiration doesn't always come from wise old men sitting serenely on mats under trees. Sometimes it comes from tall gravelly-voiced men covered with tattoos.
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