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

that you have doing something you don't want to do."

He always thought he had talent. He had that creative spirit ever since he was a child. He learned early on that he could see things differently than others. But his problem was comparing his work with his mother's and his brother's work. Both were extremely talented in what they did. He never thought he could match their ability. To hear his mother tell him he had talent was something he never heard from her. Now he finally hears it when she is moments from her death. He held her hand and felt her squeeze. Then as fast as the squeeze came, it went away. Her breaths were no longer there. His mother had passed on. Knowing what she told him just before she passed meant a lot to him. He knew that he had to do more than what he is doing now. Even though his mother is no longer there, he knew she was right, and he knew he had to be courageous for her. Use his talent and succeed in doing what he loved. (Your turn... Finish the story.)