Excerpt from, "Two Girls Talking and God Listening In"---Springtime

https://www.amazon.com/Therapy-Run-Jody-Lynn-Reicher/dp/1987532813

"Your letter was great...writing a long sincere letter to me, someone you barely know. I feel flattered. In light of your trust in me with your aspirations, I will attempt to do my best to motivate, support, and encourage you. I thrive on supporting others and giving them the confidence required to succeed. The mind is a powerful tool. My childhood was different than yours. To tell you about my childhood would take hours. To survive the negatives, I learned the strength of the mind. I learned to turn negatives into positives. I learned attitude, and reaction to trauma was essential to survival. We must all look at every situation, take the best out of it, discard the pain, and learn strength, courage, laughter.

Success is the ability to stay with a goal, learn from the pitfalls, yet never quit... never stop focusing. Jody, if you visualize running a marathon in a certain time, then you can do it. Hope and dreaming are parallel."

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