Reactions

I have gone through things in my life that I consider less than pleasant, even to the point of horrible. Each of my actions has their own degree of pain, as that is all I have with which to compare them.

I hit a wild animal once. Was this a mother, or was its mother looking for it that evening?

I chose a boy over my morals at 15. I woke up a different person.

I have felt the joy of expecting a baby. For three months.

I have known the pride of home ownership. Greed is a horrible thing.

At my grandmother’s funeral, I peered through the chapel windows, not realizing her coffin was open. To this day, that image remains in my head, rather than her laughter.

I have had many, many things happen in my life. Many I choose to keep private; a lot that are unmentionable.

I believe it is how we react that makes us the person we are. I will not be crippled by my misfortunes, nor will I be demoralized by my actions.
I am strong and independent, and I am who I am because of my choices.