Mom spent the time that she was supposed to be a kid actully raising children her younger brother and younger sister. She was tough as nails and did not suffer fools at all. And the truth was she could not afford to. She spoke the truth bluntly directly and without much varnish. I am her son.
Behold a worthy sight to which the God turning his attention to his own work may direct his gaze. Behold an equal thing worthy of a God a brave man matched in conflict with evil fortune.
