Sunday, June 26, 2011

In the mist of a mission filled with challenges, a journey with a destination still unknown, and a battle that often times feels like it is us against the world, I have lost myself. I know to some I am viewed as heroic, strong, and admirable woman but the truth is often times that strong woman is scared, angry, sad, and confused. I will probably never understand “why us” but then I am reminded that perfect does not necessarily require ten fingers and ten toes and can be a simple as a little boy who has smiled his way through each and everyone of his 31 brain surgeries.

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