When you walk to the edge of all the light you have
and take that first step into the darkness of the unknown,
you must believe that one of two things will happen:
There will be something solid for you to stand upon,
or, you will be taught how to fly
© Patrick Overton
I have been told many times that I am lucky…and while it makes me recoil I guess it is partly true. I only say that it is true because I understand what people mean even though I think that their word choice is flawed. Prior to meeting Michael I went through a lot. I really felt beaten down to say the least. Getting through it…and to Michael…was a feat. The biggest one that I ever thought that I would face. When Michael died I realized that life before was a cake walk. It is funny to say that…considering everything that I went through…but it was. I don’t know whether my feet hit solid ground or if I was taught that in the face of adversity (pain) I just had to learn how to fly. All I know is I DID. That is enough for me. I don’t call it luck…I call it faith. Faith that despite it all…despite all the set backs and the pain that somewhere, somehow my life will be everything that I imagined it would be in all my childhood daydreams…maybe even better. Faith gave me hope, my children, my loves-both of them. Faith gave me happiness once again.