My grandparents lived on the farm when we were growing up, in a smaller, second house. Coming home off the school bus, we were supposed to get out to the barn right away to do our chores, but it was a lot more fun to stop in to visit Grandma for a bit first. She would usually be sitting at the kitchen table, with her sewing machine, working on another braided rug. She always had time to talk, about school or friends or whatever else might have been important at the time. Grandma’s been gone for more than 20 years, but I’m sure that if I had another hour at her kitcen table, she would have some keen insights for me, and some tough questions, too. This week I could hear her voice as she read a favourite story to my younger self: “I think I can, I think I can!” The Little Engine That Could might be a cliché, but evidently I needed to hear it again! Nothing big was ever accomplished simply by wishing for it. So, I don’t just think I can, I know I can, and I will keep working at it, a bit at a time. Thanks, Grandma, and thanks to all the others around me who are mentoring and encouraging me. I can do it, but I can’t do it alone.