He was not a runner, my father, but he was quick. I always remember it was very difficult to escape from him when he was angry. If he wanted to beat us he would always catch us. Even me, he could always catch me.
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Type: Athlete Born: April 18, 1973 |
Glory is a heavy burden, a murdering poison, and to bear it is an art. And to have that art is rare.
I would hope that understanding and reconciliation are not limited to the 19th hole alone.

