March 23, 2009
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This is the moment.
The hard work of the past
Finally acknowledges the present.
The memories all flash back:
The dirt path,
The walking,
The sweat,
The tears,
The exhausting journey from the bottom to the top,
To be finally able to shine in this rendezvous,
Clasping the hands of the most important man in the country.
I fake a smile.
In reality I want to cry.
Not because I am sad,
But because I am proud,
Proud to have made it to the top.
This is the moment.

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