it is written in this mornins daily that without unity, the heart of this thing we do would cease to beat, and i have come to know that heartbeat as the rhythm of Perseverance itself. it pulses through the rooms, through the shared laughter and tears of those who refuse to surrender to despair. this current of life, sustained by a collective willingness, keeps me tethered to my HPs higher purpose, greater than my own survival alone. within it, i hear the whisper of my HP remindin me that isolation was never the answer, connection is the cure. the fellowships endurance depends upon my participation, not as obligation but as devotion. service is the breath that keeps the heart of this thing we do alive within me, transformin gratitude into action. Perseverance, then, is not merely endurin hardship but remainin faithful to the pulse that unites us all. through that collective heartbeat i rediscover hope, purpose, and the quiet truth that grace continues to move through me, so long as i move with it. 1 day @ a time...
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bjsrer
corn fed not inbred michigan white trash...
