Family is the foundation of the individual. Sometimes, that
foundation is built upon a faulty blueprint. Sometimes, that imperfect
blueprint leads a family down a path of sorrow. Not one family has a flawless
blueprint, and mine is no different. Blueprints are genetic; choice is learned
and managed on a daily basis. Choice is courageous and profoundly courageous
when the blueprint is flawed.
I’ve been blessed to know some amazing people related to me
through blood and friendship. The power of their choice to live a healthy,
productive life despite a blueprint that has them wired for despair and
destruction is impressive and inspiring. I’ve seen my loved ones struggle. I’ve
seen their despair. There’s nothing more heartbreaking than to witness a loved
one’s damaged blueprint take control. Yet, there’s something about the human
spirit that’s stronger than the broken blueprint. It’s courage. I’ve witnessed
their transformations based simply on the choice to be courageous and live a
better life. Their courage, their choice, to live, to be positive is nothing
short of a miracle. I’m honored to call them family. I’m honored to bear
witness to their choice. Making a choice to live a better life is courageous
and infectious. It’s their choice that inspires me to write.