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It was a year where we lost touch with some, and yet found others.
It was a year where something good happened to us at least once. But for some reason we didn't quite believe it was really happening to "us," so we let it fade.
And it was a year where we went with flow. Didn't makes waves. Sat back to see where we would end up. Kept hoping for a better tomorrow. Tried to stay out of trouble. Got out of wrong side of bed way too often. Cried over spilled milk. Complained about cost of tea in China. And we kept hoping something good would appear on television, but never did anything about it, and kept watching it anyway.
While 2001 is certainly one of those years we would love to pretend never took place or just forget, we know we can never do that. Nor should we really want that to actually happen.
So when that ball begins to drop at 11:59pm in New York City on New Years Eve, take that minute to just sit and feel it. Think about year that was and year ahead. So much is uncertain. The only things we know are what have already taken place.
So don't be afraid to have ideas and dreams of a better tomorrow. Create some sort of image or monument of your own to live up to. And if you ever lose your way or that inspiration, take out this chapter on 2001. It'll be easy to find. It has that red, white and blue ribbon as it's bookmark.
Now….. Let's Roll!
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