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The Moment

I Chose Different Boots

By Desmond JamesPublished 12 months ago 1 min read
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The Moment
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The first time I collapsed after the crushing hit on the gridiron, and the accompanying disgusted look from my father, I’ve never forgotten. Similarly, I’ve never forgotten the moment I finally shut my loud mouth and actually listened.

In that moment, she was sitting on the bed, angrily saying what needed to be said, holding no punches. It hurt, just like that look from my father. But unlike his look, her words changed me, saving me from a worthless future; one where I simply pulled up the heels on the same pair of torn work boots as my underwhelming father.

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Desmond James

Being an avid reader since I can remember, and writing professional communication products for work, I embark on a new journey. Writing is something I enjoy and I find inspiration all around me, especially in nature. Let's see where I go.

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