You can know that I do understand the paces you go through. I understand your heartaches and that you have them. I know how it is, and yet I do not commiserate. I do not pat you on the back and say, "There, there." I do not say, "You poor thing."

I straighten up your backbone. I say, "Keep going. Keep going." I say, "Pick yourself up. Rub the dirt off your scraped knee, and stand up."

If you were Rocky, the boxer, and you were knocked down even for the tenth time, I would say to you, "Get up."

No matter what might knock you off your feet, I would say to you, "Get up."