as i clipped into the pedals, i started to think about my journey - and then accepted that this isn't about me. it's about him. this boy i know. so full of life, as yet untainted. so full of promise, as yet undiscovered. so full of potential, as yet unrealized.
chris, ezra and i will combine forces on september 7th in his honor. our strength will be his. one will rise and fall with, under and atop the waves; the next will charge hard and pedal the streets of the city, from west to east; and the next will charge hard on unforgiving concrete. all for him.
soren, as we join you on your journey, i offer these words i know your grandmother would love -
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.
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