I’m sitting at reflexion, heading toward recharge, knowing with certainty that quitting is never an option.
My 92 year-old mother is heading down the home stretch, and not doing so well.
Saturday morning I telephoned my Mom as I do every morning. I then walked 6 miles along the coast with Claudette, watched my favorite grandson Rixon play soccer at Vindinha, then went home, packed my bags, and headed to the airport.
Sixteen hours later, I was by…