Those born out of the fire don’t wilt in the sun  – my mother’s words to me/Indian Proverb.

It’s 12 : 36 PM on day 2836 of my journey towards independence and I managed to pray while sitting outside – there’s something about praying in the middle of the swirling wind that’s truly beautiful – the wind was unrelenting leaves were landing on my head and yet I sat there praying until I was done – m read a Bible verse, have breakfast and listen to music – I think I am going to pause from major fundraising projects for a while I refuse to do the first thing that comes along because I’m currently in-between (every project I do I do because I believe strongly about something and that’s what carries me through the rough days so I’ll never undertake a project because I’m bored or because I feel like I have to do something)

Today laying on my bed I remembered the cast being taken off my right arm and me wanting to bring it home so that I would have something to remember the experience by (my dad told the nurse to ignore me and trash it) I was annoyed it at the time but now I realize I didn’t need the cast because I will forever have my scars, a permanent reminder of my spirit unbreakable and my desire to live even while feeling immense pain.