That one man can have so much faith his chest would burst.
You guys are awesome. All of you.
I feel like when it comes down to it, I was made as a witness. Not the hero, but the bard. Just watching, dispensing advice if I can, cheering silently as each of them climbs the great tree. Maybe its because I fear the spotlight and don't -want- to be the hero and assume responsibility. But then again, if no one acknowledges the struggles, who will?
"Yours will be the burden of memory."
A story seed? Perhaps. One that grows on another branch, and blooms with a different flower.