It was the winter of 1983—the coldest one ever. Then spring and summer came and went. And through the seasons, extreme sadness gripped me. Life would not give me a break. It kept throwing curve balls. One after another, they never stopped.

Yet, once more, I knew that if I stayed the course, remained positive, and did what I had to do, I would see the blue skies in a new light.

Those sad months saddened me, moved me, and made me become a better human. I had no choice but to better myself. Through it all, I found ways to rebound, to recover, and to develop the resilience I needed to thrive. I had the willingness to face whatever I had to, and I am thankful I was blessed with the capacity to recover quickly.

Seasons

The ice melted in the depths of winter.
The flowers bloomed in the cool spring air.
And as the summer air crept along,
So did the gray azure mist.

It was thick with sorrow and despair
And the hopes that maybe, just maybe, the sky
Would soon clear!