When you set your personal best on that YMCA Stairmaster, Bon Jovi was there. When you made the half-mile drive home from Grumpy's Northeast with a belly full of rail whiskey, Bon Jovi was there. And when you finally stormed out of your deadbeat boyfriend's apartment and into your Ford Taurus resolutely clutching an armful of books and underwear, Bon Jovi was there. "Living on a Prayer." "Bed of Roses." "Blaze of Glory." These are battle hymns of the modern age, and they have survived every breakup, blacked-out karaoke performance, and shower sing-along you've thrown at them. Though the enthusiasm with which you once bellowed the chorus to "Wanted Dead or Alive" may feel foolish now that you're all grown up, remember this when you look back upon your life—the times when you saw only one set of footprints in the sand, it was then that Bon Jovi carried you.
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