Page 31 of Be Still My Racing Heart
Learning to lead, to fall then rise,
Finding the strength to reach the skies.
Let’s Play It Forward — teach and inspire,
Fuel the flame and ignite the fire.
On every field, in every place,
Lessons unfold at a steady pace.
With guidance close and goals in view,
Each step reveals what we can do.
A spark ignites with one kind act,
A guiding hand to stay on track.
In every challenge, there’s room to grow,
A journey begins with each new throw.
Through every challenge, with every play,
Courage is found day by day.
Learning to lead, to fall then rise,
Finding the strength to reach the skies.
Let’s Play It Forward — teach and inspire,
Fuel the flame and ignite the fire.
Every moment leaves a trace,
Shaping lives through grit and grace.
With every action, change begins,
Turning small starts into lasting wins.
Milo walks up on stage the moment the song finishes, clapping his hands and giving everyone a toothy grin. He tries to hug Connie Jo, but with her guitar in the way, he ends up patting her shoulder and blushing. Turning and speaking into the mic, he chuckles, “Let’s Play it Forward, baby! We’re changing lives, one awkward hug at a time!”
Epilogue
Ryder -- One Year Later
“It’shardtobelievehow fast the year has gone by. It feels like yesterday that I was experiencing my first event. Here we are, doing it all over again.” I struggle to lift one of the heavy boxes off the back of the truck, and my muscles bulge and strain under the weight as a result. “What’s in these things? Bowling balls?”
Milo grabs an identical box with such ease that I begin to wonder if I’m being pranked. He’s not even breaking a sweat as he says, “Did you know that bowling balls that weigh 12 pounds or less will float in water?”
“I didn’t, but my life is complete now that I have that knowledge,” I say sarcastically.
Milo bobs his head in agreement, taking my comment as fact instead of the witty banter I intended. “Knowledge is power.”
Once we’re inside the building, I set the box down and use a safety cutter to open it. As I unpack the contents, I sigh. “It may as well have been bowling balls. There have to be close to a hundred bean bags inside!”
