Thanks for the mini fourth, that was a meeting in itself. Hang on to it.
Trained with my twelve-year-old son yesterday--he's state Golden Gloves champion in his weight class. The thing going through my mind as we did the roadwork and the bag and the rope was how sweet life is, and how close I came to missing it. So lucky, lucky, lucky to be sane and sober today.
Very grateful recovering drunk here.