Through all the strain designed to break us down, through all the scuffles of a life constrained, one truth remains unchanged, one love remains.

If somebody read me the script of my life I’d think they were nuts, keep my distance.  I’d pity their madness, I’d offer them rife and strongly misguided assistance.

When I’m a tree I will stand for a thousand years. I will not question my reason for being, or the choice to grow tall on the side of a cliff. I will be neither proud nor doubtful when I’m a tree. I will be thriving and resilient. And I will be free.

I don’t want your kindness. I don’t need your patience. I’m not looking for a role model. Don’t give me a speech.

Amazing Grace was given me in moments of dismay, when friends were scarce, and skies were gray, and hope had gone astray.