Courage to Do It As he sat in a chair, holding his dying mother's hand, he would watch her breath. Shallow, yet steady. Her breaths seemed to be a ticking reminder that she will only be around for a moment, if not shorter. He started to think back to only a few months ago when he and his mother were sitting in the living room of her house reminiscing about the old times. Bringing back the memories. Both good and bad. But at this point, he knew there were no bad memories. They were all good. "You have talent," she said. "You need to use that talent. What you lack is courage," she continued. "You need to have the courage to move on and know that you will make it." He sat listening, knowing that she was right. "Don't waste the talent
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