I couldn’t have been more certain that nothing would ever change. I’d work two jobs and shruggle to make dents in the hospital bills accumlated. For every breath I thought I could take I’d end up acquiring another bill. Another bill and another stress only equated to yet a weaker immune system and worse off me. My never ending hole was all I ever knew and all I ever thought I’d know. 

 About this time three years ago I found myself in Japan and struggling with a concept of struggles foriegn to me. Could some one really love me with so much of my life amiss? Did I think I could trust any one to know what my life was and how it was? Did I trust at all? 

 As I share this shard of my whole I’m sitting beside a man that not only said that he’d love me always but has stood by my side through hurdles and life experiences that naturally tear others apart. Not only have we shared our ups and downs, but we’ve seen each other at our lowest….he loved me at my lowest and he’s raised me up far beyond any thing that I expected of myself. I can honestly say that he not only has brought me happiness but he’s brought me health, peace, and the opportunity to be what my dreams have always been made of.