Still standing

    You know when I think about it I've been hit several times leaving me periodically broken mentally, physically, and even emotionally. Yet here I am still standing. Sure I've been bruised and scarred at times, but I still somehow manage to pull myself back up ready to brace myself for whatever's next.

    I think that's what you have to do you can't let anything or anyone in this life try and keep you down because the moment you stay down is the minute you lose.  I know I credit God for the majority of my strength, but there are also a handful of people on this earth that keep me wanting to pull myself back up.  And I thank God daily for placing these truly remarkable people in my life (and fear the day that they will leave). They each offer something different but, ultimately they all make me feel a part of something bigger. Like to them I matter, at times I think everyone needs that. 

    Looking back I also now see that time does help, things fade. What seemed so awful a few years ago, while it was still awful it no longer stings as bad. While I don't always agree what dosent kill us makes us stronger I do believe that every experience gives us some kind of lesson.  The main thing I've learned is to never give up always keep standing.