Day Nine

A picture of the person who has gotten me through the most.
I remember a day, not five months ago, that I was on the floor, curled up in the fetal position, bawling my eyes out, wondering how I was gonna make it another hour.
My mom was the woman to pull me up off that floor and tell me that I would not only make it but I would be absolutely fantastic in the end. At the time, I didn't believe her, but as the weeks went by, I only got stronger and stronger. How? Through her counseling, her advice, and her love. The BEST thing that happened to me in the most awful four months of my life was that my mom told me that the only way I was going to make it through that rough patch was to lean on family, but more than that to lean on GOD.
That's why I'm as tough as I am today.