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  In my sixty years of existence, I’ve never been as happy as I am today. My grandson is meeting me, after all! It’s a little sad at the same time. The fact that I can’t meet my grandson like other grans. Above all of that, the fact that I came to know about his where-abouts via my agents. Such a pity. Brings me back to the day when my Daughter was two...when her dad and I had a really bad fight. That dude wanted me to stop dealing drugs. How could I possibly have done that? And what was his income again? Zero. We’d have gone broke if not for the drugs. He said he’d expose me- big mistake. He did something that really pissed me off, you know? I kicked him real bad. Served him well. But who’d have known he was too weak to take that?   I spent the rest of the years in jail and my daughter was taken away from me even before I could give her a part of my brain. And today, she’s in town again. After about twenty-two years. I’m out of prison too. Waiting for my grands...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

          Every time I shut my eyes close, I see Blake screaming with excruciating pain and lying almost lifelessly on grey tiles covered with blood. Some of which, was my own too. My younger sister Chloe who sat next to Blake's body was yelling at the top of her voice,    "Penny! Do something!"  "Penny?" "PENNY?"  I opened my eyes to face Mr Elliot, accompanied by his daughter Hailey.  "Hello, Elliot" "I have a session right now for 10th grade students, you probably know about it...it's about this---" "yes, I know"  "So, there's this problem. They won't let my six-year-old Hailey enter...and since I don't know any other teacher here...would you mind looking after her if I left her with you? for about 30 mins? until I'm done with the session?" "Oh yes, sure...I'll gladly do it"  "Thanks a lot! You just prevented a disaster" he winked.  "No problem" I smiled ...

T o all those who think they need a wave of a magic wand to get better... More than often, most of us are only being a quarter best of ourselves or still worse- the worst version of ourselves. Each one of us has got the scope to improve and each one of us has the capability to become better than we are. In fact, the improvements to be made are so obvious that we know exactly what and where they are to be made but we just tend to ignore the very idea of being better because of the fear of change or of not being good enough to adapt the change.  In the first case, when we admit we are willing to improve it implies that we are not perfect currently but what we have to realize is that it's totally fine to be imperfect but what is NOT fine is to lie to yourself about being the best and to give up on improving.  Deep down, each one of us knows we can give our best. At times we know we can do better but we don't. Because somewhere deep inside, as much as we know we can make it work w...