Once there was a girl
she had hair the color of mahogany
She stood tall over any other girl and had as much spunk as tigger
She had a dream, many dreams but one was to become a world known writer
a legend
a trend setter
and a voice to the under dogs
She sat day after day dreaming of that day
She thought of it week after week
and she lived it month after month
Her story was not about a warrior
or a hero
but a young girl given a choice
A choice to live or die
Oh it sounds simple but what if that choice effected others and what if it effected the world
What if death is not the end but only a mind set
she may have a heart beat
she may have a pulse
but that is just a body
a body filled with fright
This young lady was afraid of what was to come
but she learned something very important
that EVERYONE should know
Life sometimes hands you a bad hand
sitting there and ignoring it won't make it go away
maybe it's not as bad as you think
maybe the other players has less
maybe they are in the same position as you
maybe it's not bad at all
Just get up and play
just get up and try
When life hands you lemons make lemonade
When life spits in your face spit back
After all it's just A game
Games are meant to be played
Winner or loser at least you played
Only quitters lose
It's a game not a race
there is no second
or third
or even forth
There is only first









