Time is fickle, but fair.

My family has left me with nothing, they made the bet that I would fail and would do so at the cost of everything. that I would not make it so they can once again try to break me down further.

What they did not know, was that this time, this time I won the bet.

3 honor societies, awards and pins that had covered one of my college senate stoles so much that other people have made the joke of calling it the generals stole. As the awards are reminiscent of the rack of medals on a generals chest. That is something that cannot be taken away.

I could not be here to talk, because there was some learning that had to be done, and it was something that could not be done and then be possible for me to write about it.

We live in a world that the more you know, the more it seems to be a horror of our own design, but in that horror there are moments where hope shines. It takes a while to see them, but it does exist.

Hope is human.

Sorry for waxing poetic. Stay Strong