Never have I seen a game, or that I recall, played with such drive and determination, inspiring me to strive, going forward, even harder to achieve the kind of success I’ve longed for. The San Francisco Giants won the world series yesterday, and I know this might mean nothing to some of you, but it means a lot to me as a San Franciscan. Three trophies in five years, from a team, this year, not considered a top contender and even game seven predictions by some expert was for the Royals. I suppose rightfully so. The Royals played a tough game, driven just as well to win. But there was something about the Giants – the amazing team behind the brand whose drive lifted up my spirits, and until that last inning – game 7, bottom of ninth, I was on the edge of my seat when suddenly a fluke happened, and there was a possibility we would lose. But I kept my faith in my team, chanting from the comfort of my home LET“S GO GIANTS for every LET“S GO Royals I heard emanating through the television speakers. I believed and Madison Bumgarner, steady, focused and calm, cool, and collected threw his last pitch of the game, not until Sandoval caught the ball, could we celebrate – and celebrate we did, tearing up, feeling a mixture of amazing emotions, some I cannot even explain – to think a baseball game could do that to me…priceless.

Thank you Giants. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.