A wise, yet sad man once said, "When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves." After reading those words, he placed the book back in its rightful place. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes. And he let them fall, because he knew that he would never be as good as his team mates. And at that moment, he realized how true it really was.

His parents didn't need to be in front of him to be there, they were always with him. In his heart.