Oil on Canvas
Short talk on falling/failing
He lifts his head like a weary boxer. He is downright exhausted. The spectators laugh every time. [Twelve rounds. He's already hearing the bell.] From the time he learned to ride a bike, no matter how many times he falls, he gets back up. Forgiving himself, he learned to fight on. He pressed forward and again he would jump, believing he could fly. “One day,” he’ll say. And yes, it will come. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.