Allow Me to Introduce One of My Heroes – My Mom

She's a trooper.

Actually –
in the words of ABBA –
she’s a Super Trooper.

At 81,
my Mom lives in her own apartment.

She makes three meals a day.
Some mornings, breakfast starts a bit later.

She moves daily through
a self-made routine stitched together from decades of
“They say this is good for…”

Except on grocery day.
Her foldable shopping cart is her
balance and support, because that’s enough for the day.

Afternoons,
she delights in word search puzzles.

And well-worn pocket books like
"Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff"
are her bible.

But the heart of Mom’s story
begins 55 years ago.

She fell.
Down a full flight of concrete stairs.

Three weeks in a coma.Bedridden for months.

Her 36th birthday came and went
from a hospital bed.

She had to learn to talk again.
To walk again.
To chew.
To read.

She rebuilt step by step,
from the inside out.

It took years
to reach the capacity she’s lived at since.

And she did it one small step at a time.

Baby step after baby step.

That’s the part I hope stays with you.
Because her story is more than a miracle –
it’s a reminder.

If you’ve been stuck in a rut…
If your days are shaped by everything and everyone else –
the job, the home, the people you care for –
while your own well-being
gets put on the shelf…

If there’s a quiet voice in you that knows
you want something different—
more vitality,
more peace,
more you—
but you haven’t taken the first step yet…

Then maybe it’s time.

Not for a big leap.

But for one small step.

The kind that reminds your body
and your spirit
that you still matter.

That change is possible.

That you don’t have to stay stuck,
just because it’s familiar.

You can do it.
I know you can.

And you don’t have to do it alone.

My Mom is proof of possibility.