I was told a true story once by my mother, that today I understand so much more than I ever did before.
She said her and my father were going out dancing one night many years ago, my Dads mother turned and said “You’s can’t go out dancing and spending money, you’ve got bills to pay.” To which my Mom replied, Our bills will always be here, but we may not always be able to dance.
After several years I came to believe not only the simple word dance used to describe an activity but that same word came to mean Life to me.
I am a lover of the dance floor. I would dance as many nights as possible, that was until an accident over two years ago ended my dancing as well as many other physical activities. Now I realize that life really is a dance. So the moral to my story is, life is short, learn to dance threw it as best you can, keep your eyes up, your feet firmly planted on the ground, and your own happy tune in your head.
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