So Mojo didn’t turn on and I am updating you via iPad. We are taking Mojo to a specialist downtown and we are told he is very good. Failing that, we will be seeking help from alternative medicine.
There is a faint green light from the AC adapter, and it both fills be with hope and sickens me at the same time. It feels like the beep of a heart monito when someone is on life support.
I have been told that, if nothing else, the data will be salvageable, but I feel like people are telling me that I’ll be ready to play next season. Then they take my parents into the next room. I can see them talking, and my mother is crying, but I just can’t wait to be scoring touchdowns next year! I’ll be a SENIOR then! Girls will all want to be with me, and I’ll be the quaterback and …
Please: pray for Mojo.