They're Watching Me By Jim Warda The answer was right in front of my eyes. Over the last few weeks, I was deeply discouraged, not knowing if I'd ever make my dream come true of becoming a full-time professional writer and speaker. But, today, I realized that I can't even think about surrender. Because I'm being watched. In fact, six eyes are watching almost every move I make. Two of them belong to my son Jeremy. He's nine now and looking to see how I make my way through the world, how I deal with failure and the moments when I decide whether to keep trying. Two eyes belong to my son Matthew. He's four but already learning how to be a man from watching me. And, every misstep I make shows somehow in his face. Because, to him, I must seem twenty feet tall. And two eyes belong to my daughter Alexandra. She's still an infant but I believe she'll learn much about boys and men from how I treat her and her mom, and about what it is that makes a good man. And, above all, I want to be a good man. So, here I was, thinking about giving in to discouragement. But if I do, what then? What will I be teaching my children? Will I be showing them that it's O.K. to give up when it gets hard? Will I be telling them that, sometimes, dreams don't come true no matter what you do? And what afternoons of laughter will I give to those who said I couldn't do it and was a fool to even try? Well, you know, I'm not going to do that. Because my father taught me to be strong and true. And my mother taught me to be kind and compassionate. I learned from the pages of their lives. So, I'll fight on. Because my children are watching. And learning. .·:*´¨`*:·..·:*´¨`*:·. *: * Richiele * * *·. .·* `*·-:¦:-*´ ³´`*:»§«:*´`³