Fighting despair Stories

Almost there, almost to the place l never reach, almost as high as I can climb and lift this stone. I see the crest-- then look down at my feet, my sweaty arms and chest and think how it will feel when I am there at last where I have never been before. How will it feel to know I’ve beaten all the odds— to lift my arms in triumph and know the Gods aren’t laughing at me now-- now that I have defeated them, now that I am smi...