Just like the day he came home from JV soccer tryouts in August. And he had to run 2 miles. My kid who had never played organized soccer before because he physically couldn't. Was trying out and running 2 miles. He sat in my van and told me how he did it. He would see a guy a few people ahead of him and say 'Okay, I've got to get ahead of him'. And he would so then he'd pick a new guy. He didn't win. But he wasn't last either. And it doesn't matter. THAT is perseverance. THAT is motivation. THAT is long suffering. This kid kicks my rear. He is the epitome of a fighter. And I am so lucky I get to be his mom!