Change

Difficult is an understatement. That's what I always thought of whenever I have personal distress.

Lucky me I could control all my muscles before them bursting with rage and create mayhem.

Though however I fill in every wrong detail of my life and my family's pseudo-soap patterned verve, so little has changed. I guess I can't change everything.

But at least there are these small changes that steadily giving me a smirk once in a while.

My lil sis is close to graduating. Come March, she'll be donning that long yearned toga. And she had recovered as well from that ear infection to which I am still indebted of to the company wahhhh. But it's all good.

My lil bro is now clean after suffering from a death-defying act. Not on Xsports but on his daily ritual, 6-months injection of the very last drug (of 4 possible meds) that can remedy his disease. Heck I remember holding him in my arms, squeezed, as I run to the ERl faster than Marion Jones. 'Really a close one.

Am I glad to have gone thru all of these this year? It's a definite YES. For He always was there. I have gone through the most difficult of trials... yet I have managed to stand and still run with whatever I have, for I knew He was there, He is there and forever will be there.