All I can say, and all I wish I could say, is, do me a favor and read my profile. I will be honest. I believe. I do. But His understanding, and mine, are not traditional. I am no saint. Not to Tom, Dick, or Harry, but I promise the Devil plays in my court and not with me, even worse, my family. The ones I love. I wish to take all their pain and misunderstanding and allow them to feel and see through my soul in order to heal to see light. It helps them at least, it helps tame and turn their bitter hearts. Tames the outrage becauses they in a sense hear me talking to them and it make sense, but the bitterness....that evil emotion, Its fighting to keep anger and misunderstanding at the top because there, it runs the show, Pulling string by string to make your life be like your mind. Chaotic and lost, like tuning an old VHS playback. Accepting what is and accepting what you just can't seem to understand is not forgetting the situation. Its simply setting your mind free of needing the answer to the one question we sometimes don't need to know: why? You will drive yourself crazy, cry yourself to sleep for countless nights, waste valuable time you will never get back, for an answer that will not change anything. Time is precious. Forgiveness is vital. Your trials you survive are lessons for the next person, who, God forbid, has to endure the same or similar pain. Show them how it made you stronger, how you fought to prevail Maybe this time you get to save a life from giving up.