For centuries sailors needed a
to guide them through the darkness of night
People tell me that I live an extraordinary life. When I look back to that little girl that I was in elementary school. A child who felt that life was so horrible, that she wanted to end it. Who was she?? I've almost forgotten about her, but she still emerges from time to time. She certainly, is the one that painfully tugs on my heart and whispers, "How?!? You? Is this possible? I don't believe you." When I make statements like, "More men have travelled to the moon than done what I've done."