What do I love best about me? When I laugh. I laugh deep, with my soul, with all that I am. Even my bones feel it. I love people, and think that every person, every face, every smile, each eye has a story to tell. Sitting in cafes, in the bus stop, I wonder to myself what story the other would tell, if he could, and sometimes, may be more often than others think ok, I probe. I ask. And there are jewels out there.

That being so, I am not strong. I am weak, I cry, I struggle. I get frustrated. Sometimes I go to bed and I think I will never wake up. But then I remember - those before me, their backs broken as they sought to make my path easier. I bend down and grab my shoe strings, and with all my might I hoist myself up, ready to face another day. And when I am - I laugh, and my bones can feel it. Then I can go on...