When a solid thing breaks, most of the time it doesn't break even. Am I right? So, when a heart breaks, it doesn't break even. When someone dies that is like your other half, your heart breaks. Chances are the bigger half goes with your other half. That is what happened. My mother died. We were so close. She was my other half. If you had opened us up, you would have found that we each had half of the others heart. My bigger half went to her grave with her. I put a note on her grave when she died. It said "I loved you in life, Mom, and I love you even more in death." It meant that I loved her so much when she was alive, and I love her even though she is dead. She was the woman who inspired me to follow my dream. The one and only dream that I have had since I was a young child : to be an Olympic god medalist in skiiing. She drove me to every one of my lessons when I started to ski at age 4, and supported me until her death. I vow, on my mother wonderful life, I will do all I can to honour her with something that doesn't even come sclose to a worthy memorial: an Olympic gold medal. That promise begins right now.
Subject: Break Even (Preface) 
