Oh the horror stories I could tell about growing up a poor kid in rural Alabama in the 60's to the tragedy of losing my youngest son 5 years ago. But I am blessed with a strong and wonderful Mother that taught me to be strong. I give her all of the credit for my happiness. She has always pointed me in the right direction to include: church, military and school. She also showed me the value of surrounding myself with good and positive friends. These days when I think that I had it bad or I'm having it bad, I remember other people's tragedies and think hmmm "maybe it wasn't so bad afterall", because there are a lot of people that have had to overcome tougher times and obstacles than me.
