Something wonderful happens when we share our stories; the moments that make us laugh and those that make us cry. We learn that it’s not enough to encourage and love, but to be encouraged and loved. Because in the end, we have each other, and that’s really something, isn’t it?
This year’s French Open men’s singles final felt like more than just a game. There was something noble and exemplary—not just in their style of play, but also in their respect for each other, for tennis, and for the power of the human spirit.
After living most of my life, or 55 years of it, I have come to recognize myself as a bit of a loser when it comes to games and contests that require luck, and I usually steer clear, especially when money is involved.
This year’s French Open men’s singles final felt like more than just a game. There was something noble and exemplary—not just in their style of play, but also in their respect for each other, for tennis, and for the power of the human spirit.
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