Im a little out of shape. Barely able to run, maybe it's the weather? or maybe im sick? either way, i could barely finish two 400 meter runs on an all out sprint. Soccer endurance is fine just track endurance is crap.
Well i guess i'll spill it. 60 days and i may not be here anymore. 60 days and i may not be at bhs. 60 days i wont be able to ignore. 60 days of constant fear. 60 days of endless amounts of tears. My chances of stay here are 50/50. My life here counts on a percent that can only be changed by us as a family. My dad is having a tough time with life. I guess it's that whole mid life crisis deal everyone hears about but ignores until it hits them. He hasn't been doing so well in work and the basically said he has 60 days to pull it together or else he's fired. I won't lie i really am terrified. This life ive grown accustomed to hinges on the decision of one man alone. But i will be by him every step of the way. Even if that means failure. I'll fail with him. But i never give up. Thats my way. I'll pick him up along with myself. As a family i hope we can strive through this and acheive our goal. My dad isn't perfect, but he IS among some of the greatest men i know. I hold him with the greatest medal of honor that can be given, my dad. I dont know what to do really. I feel sort of in a postition were it's in a way my fault, maybe i should of been a better son, brother , friend.
60 days and ill have the answer. Within those 60 days well find that answer and make our reality come true. In 60 days we wont be worrying about 60 days anymore. Because 60 days will pass and i beleive we will triumph.
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