My sister, Kit, had been diagnosed with cancer in her overy. This is only stage one, and I know she's under radiation... But I can't help but feel a slight anger toward something. Something I can't describe. But where ever there's a will, there's a way. And if this is God's wish to take my sister. - My best friend. - If he wanted her. I could understand that. I'd love her to see him. Just once... To believe him and tell me he is real. I'd wait, countless nights for her to tell me. And for me to shed tears of joy. For her, and for myself.

I know I may sound like a broken record. Something that was play over and over, many many times. Again and again...

But there's something you should know...

I don't give up easily.

I would have to give up what I gripped tight to surrender.

I draw for a reason, and that reason isn't for your pleasure. I pity my talent. I should feel proud. You could say that. But I don't.

I draw because I know I have that power. it's more than a power. It's a gift... God gave me this gift.

He gave me: A mortal body, strong eyes, pretty hands, wonderful mind, week knees, dark brown hair, golden/green eyes, a crooked smile, an odd nose, reactions towards shrimp/other stuff, and a powerful spirit...

I am so greatful toward these gifts... These blessings from my god, that I bow to him because of his grace. I know I shouldn't have to do that, and some of you might not believe him...

But... ... ...

Ask yourself these questions...

But why are you here?

How did you get here?

And what are YOU?

If you think you're smart enough to take on these questions...
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