The hardest part of starting this blog or journey was where to start. In 46 years a lot has happened. I grew up in the 80s and 90s in a small town. I went to a small elementary school, but later went to a larger middle school and high school. I thought my childhood was wonderful. I later learn that some things that occurred had really set the pace for my adulthood. We will soon get to that. My parents had divorced when I was very young. My mom remarried and I gained two more siblings. We grew up playing outdoors and doing the usual stuff kids did in the 90s. I truly didn't know we were poor, because my mom always made sure we had everything we needed and meals on the table no matter how many jobs she worked. My mom had set the example of the woman I wanted to be. She showed me resilience, she showed me determination and she gave me the mind set to never give up. She has always been my true hero. She has always been my pusher. I know that sounds crazy, but she was the one beside me through every hospital stay, surgery, sickness, heart ache and more. She pushed me to fight! I worked for her through my college years all they way to my forties. When I had a surgery, she would encourage me to get back to work even if it meant using braces, crutches or other means of movement to keep on going. Most of the time she would do my work for me and tell me to sit for awhile and help when I felt that i could. She even paid me for my full work day! That is the reason I push my self through every surgery and ailment I have. As I sit here with tears rolling down my face, I am truly glad I have her by my side! She is the strongest and most determined person I know, maybe that is where I get it from. I always say, she can run circles around me! She continues to take care of me and tells me it's her job. Nothing can beat the love of a mom.... Stay tuned for your daily dose of T!