...and Deliver Me From Evil." "amen.

To Help Yourself, You Must Be Yourself. Be The Best That You Can Be. When You Make A Mistake, Learn From It, Pick Yourself Up And Move On.

You Can Be A Victim Of Cancer, Or A Survivor Of Cancer. It's A Mindset.

I'm So Alive. As I Stand Facing The Beauty Of The Never-ending Pacific Ocean, A Late Afternoon Breeze Blows Down From The Hills Behind. As Always, It Is A Beautiful Day. The Sun Is Making Its Final Descent. The Magic Is About To Begin. The Skies Are Ready To Burn With Brilliance, As It Turns From A Soft Blue To A Bright Orange. Looking Towards The West, I Stare In Awe At The Hypnotic Power Of The Waves. A Giant Curl Begins To Take Form, Then Breaks With A Thundering Clap As It Crashes On The Shore.

Gripping My Arm, Mother Held It In The Orange-blue Flame. My Skin Seemed To Explode From The Heat.

Inside, My Soul Became So Cold I Hated Everything. I Even Despised The Sun, For I Knew I Would Never Be Able To Play In Its Warm Presence. I Cringed With Hate Whenever I Heard Other Children Laughing, As They Played Outside. My Stomach Coiled Whenever I Smelled Food That Was About To Be Served To Somebody Else, Knowing It Wasn't For Me.