On the day of the Boston bombings it just so happened
that I went out to dinner with some women I had the blessing to have worked
with in the past.
One of the women recently endured the untimely death of
a family member.
The death was tragic—something no one would wish on their
worst enemy.
Yet the woman remained strong—like steel.
Because when bad things happen we have no choice but
to put one foot in front of the other—to not remain paralyzed—to avoid being
overwhelmed by the whole by concentrating on slivers of forward progress.
We run all marathons one step at a time.
And victory is sometimes not measured by the distance
to the finish line, but the satisfied incremental snapshots along the way.
Amen :)
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