Over the past seven and a half weeks, I have grown to believe that strength is the lie I tell myself repeatedly until it becomes my truth. And after a while, it becomes the truth. I am glad I did and still do have faith in this very shortfall that has kept me from falling apart. I thought I was wrong when I thought I was strong. I was wrong. I was strong. Even if it was in my very own way of being strong. I just became.
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But then again, this strength did not come without many people and events to be thankful for. As I was walking on the narrowest path possible, there have been hands pushing me forward and pulling me upward. There have been many more hands lifted in prayers – for me, Kitreena and Edrick – than I ever thought lifted. Best friends, true friends, old friends, new friends – and even friends I never thought would care.
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Thank you for all the prayers, kind words, strength, courage and love sent my way. As I am walking this path that is hard and narrow, you have lifted me higher than you know.
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Questa è Enida 
Oh thank you, Green Rubber Band!
Your comment just left me smiling and gave me a nice warm feeling inside.
I’m sure ok now.
Take care.
Enida.
i lurve ur blog. ur express ur experience in a way that i hear ur heart beating with pain, yet with hope.
u hv such strong love inside…u will be ok.