S. believes in me. The depth of his belief blows me away.
I wonder if I believe in myself as strongly. I don't know. If I did, wouldn't I have done something with the talent he sees in me by now?
The fact that he thinks I'm talented enough to make it provides more impetus than I expected.
He sometimes tries to spur action in me by nagging me. That doesn't work very well.
But the simple act of telling me he thinks I'm talented, that he believes in my gifts, makes me want to do something with those gifts. How strange.
S. loves me. The strength of his love takes my breath away.
It's nothing new, but it seems new to me every time I realize it.
I am one of the fortunate ones.