Last week, I accompanied Allen to a church dance where he was playing the drums. There I saw one of my friends, Deanna DeLong. She always makes me feel good. As if I’m someone special. As if I am a remarkably talented person! We talked for nearly two hours about the jillion and one things that had happened in our lives since we had last seen one another. I told her how proud—and envious—I was of her impressive accomplishments. Then she restated what I had read in that Towers Club publication only days before: “Rosemary, we all have the same twenty-four hours in a day. I make conscious efforts each day to do certain things. Like running. Probably three days a week, I have to make myself get up at four-thirty A.M. I’d rather sleep longer. But it’s up to me to succeed. It’s my choice.”
I’ve repeated those words a lot lately: “We all have the same twenty-four hours in a day. It is up to me to succeed. It’s my choice.” And here’s one girl who’s going to make her twenty-four hours count. Each day… every day!