Embrace Fear and Find Your Center: Riding With No Hands
“Some people think it’s holding that makes one strongāsometimes it’s letting go.” ~Unknown
My mom leaned in and gave me a goodnight kiss. The only light illuminating her face was coming from the hallway. I looked up at her, and in the confidence of the dark confessed, āI saw it.ā
āItā was my birthday present, waiting patiently for me to wake up in the morning and claim it from its place in the garage. āItā was a turquoise blue Stingray bicycle with a white pleather banana seat and an extra tall sissy bar.
Iād seen it by chance, tucked back …
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