My sister Jane talked me into training for a marathon even though I was in terrible shape, and not athletic like her. I often wanted to quit, but she spurred me on, and always had a positive attitude. She was very disappointed that she couldn't go to the New York More Marathon with me, but, as is typical of her, she phoned me during the run with all kinds of encouragement and praise.
This past weekend she was finally able to run her first marathon ever. She is much faster than me, and she has more stamina too, but her generous and kind nature shone through as she paced herself so as not to get ahead of me. We crossed the finish line together, holding hands. I guess this struck me as a metaphor for the way my sister sees life; she'd rather finish together than be the winner.
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