Mud Pie

Today I witnessed the Spirit of Family.

With people who know their worst, ugliest histories, they celebrated their best, most wonderful qualities. I was made aware that we are the best and the worst to each other.
Remember that the child abuser, the drug addict, dealer, neglectful parent is also the one who quit high school to raise her siblings, whose terminal illness is layered by severe depression, who is beaten by her spouse, or found herself at the bottom of a bottle with no one to call for help.

Share your strength with others.

I'm thankful for:
The spirit of survival.
The joy amid the anguish.
The hope for a future better than it's past.