Later, you told me what your mother had said. How your father, the farmer, rose up slowly. You told me how your mother wailed on the other end of the phone, grieving her loss and complaining about the basketball of a goitre perched on her shoulder. She told you, your father walked onto the veranda and saw a chook floating ten feet above the ground. The chook didn’t flap a feather and just sat there brooding, swaying in the breeze. Jon Gresham
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This is a beautiful metaphor for the power of persistence. You can’t be weak or give up on any challenge. When you are faced with something that seems impossible, you must try to overcome it. That’s what makes you stronger and more resilient than your enemies. If you aren’t the strongest person after every fight, then you will never become strong enough to win in the long run.

Source: We Rose Up Slowly

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