Many people spend their lives huddled in a corner.

They identify themselves by who their family is....

or

What schools they went to...

or

I work for the conhudgeco conglomerate...

or

I am a certified Insert specialty here whatever you may be...

Where the real character defining moments come…

is when you choose to live instead.

In this case it was the psychic equivelent to throwing open the hidden closet to expose the skeleton that resided within, turning on a spot light, dusting it off, hitting the house lights, taking publicity photos AND writing an op-ed piece.

Many people end up drug addicts, drunks, dead or worse from the life experiences it took to craft that skeleton…

But not in this case.

Here, the experience has been transformed into the pressures necessary to produce a diamond of the soul.

One who chose to live instead of labeling themselves as victim forever more…

And ended on a note of forgiveness…

And a touch of humanity in spite of the flaming gates of hell that it would have been so easy to unleash…

This is a special hug for the one who chose to live.