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the speaker bounced slightly and the there was something in the tinny shrill that made the back of my neck cold. it made my eyes well up and blurred my vision. there was something in the embarrassment of all this that was many times more shaming than any tears could do as they ran down my cheeks. now i think of the chuckle she had that night and the joy she had in my pain. it's all an illustration of the journey that has brought me through the rain and dirt and fire. through soft, green fields and sunny days. it's the pleasure taken from knowing that i can find my feet and that my knees aren't so weak. it's the pleasure found in the not-so-happy and hard-won lessons learned. so it takes the strength found from fighting more than one battle to find the sweetness reverberating through tiny speakers just sweet enough to make me sad.