It downed on me that Michael was no run-of-the-mill kid one day in 1960. I was standing in front of my washing machine, checking the load, when I happened to turn around and see my one and a half year old son practically under my dress tail. He was holding a bottle and dancing… dancing to the rhytmic squeak of my washing machine.
Discover what you are good at and try to get the top of your field. That’s the way of living a complet and wonderful live.
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