Everytime I think I can't do something, I remind myself that Lance Armstrong beat cancer and still won the Tour de France 6 (7?) times. I remind myself that Sonya beat cancer as a teenager- far more difficult than anything I've done. I remind myself that Anderson Cooper watched his dad die at 10, then had his brother commit suicide when he was only 19 (I'm pretty sure his brother was 19. I'm too lazy to go make sure, though), yet he's still an award winning journalist that actually gives a **** about the stuff he reports on.
I admire Henry David Thoreau because he stood up and spoke out against something he thought was wrong and was jailed for it.
I don't admire my parents. Because neither of them have ever shown me anything to be admired. My mother is spiteful of me (going so far as to telling me that I was a complete accident and that she didn't want me when she first got pregnant, but because she didn't believe in abortion had me anyway. But I guess I should feel loved that she picked me over a new convertible). My dad drinks and watches TV/Movies all day. </rant>
D00d, I can't tell you how HONORED I am that you mentioned me with those people. I am nothing but a blimp on the radar compared to Lance and Anderson.