fight for every
breath and tell
death to go
—-Ernesto “Che” Guevara
Sometimes you just have to decide that nothing… nothing… I mean absolutely nothing will stop you. With tears in our eyelined eyes, a little over a month ago, together, we made a real pact in the gym. We promised each other that no matter what happens to us, we will breathe iron. No arms, one leg, sickness, injuries, wheelchairs, crawling… we will be in there to the death!
Last Saturday, my friend Elaine brought me a gift to the gym in a small black bag. She had a cute little smile on her face when she approached me. She bought us matching friendship bracelets with tiny skulls in honor of our pact and told me thank you for being so supportive. We aren’t going down without a fight! That’s a promise.