I have weathered many storms and have climbed over many mountains, the valleys were dark and lonely and the way out was sometimes blinding from the light above but I came through. I have not been through these things without scares and my own conditioning but I can through so I celebrate me. I do not pity the man in the valley nor wish I was the man on the mountain because who knows what they see or face before them. I give thanks that what is before me what I can see through not so far ahead I can bare I have the strength to see me through.