And my thanks to my faithful readers for sticking with me through the vicissitudes of my writing explorations. I don’t seek to be popular, though it...��s always nice to be appreciated. I write what I have to. I’m Scots. This story includes Scots language. If you don’t know all the words, you can work them out from the context, using imagination and intelligence. I hope! I make no apology for Gaelic place-names. Things are called what they are called. If you have a problem with Gaelic names, don’t. Just when Ithought I couldn't cry any more, I burst in to tears."Mom, you have always supported me. It had to be hard with dad on thewarpath, but you tried. I'm just sorry I never told you my feelingsbefore," I said through the tears. I didn't want to let go, but asNikki came in I realized it had to end. I leaned Mom up and thanked herfor everything she had done."You never have to thank me Alexa, I am your mother." She said and gaveme a kiss on her cheek. We shared one more hug before. What did she mean....'she must rest?'" Rest! Now! We will talk." With that she rose and her hand slowly letgo of his; a reluctant but temporary farewell. In a moment he was alonewith sleepy thoughts."Oh no...we can do nothing?" A woman's voice was heard in a foggy dream."Let the child be what fate has allowed." A wizened voice proclaimed."Perhaps a path always destined to follow? Who can say? But she willbe, and that is a good thing." The deep tones were accompanied by ahazy vision of tall. I was startled back into reality by the Energists, when they said, "Remember that other forms of human endeavors besides sports are physically driven. This is just a thought here but you may not want to limit yourself to your past life choices." You're right!" I exclaimed in response to their guiding words. "That was a very helpful tip. It definitely will make me rethink things on how I may try to relive my life. I just may try to do some things outside my previous or current comfort zone.