Have you ever played chess, Kitty?
May our lifestyles be a testimony of the hope we have in Christ Jesus.
Do it double, because some can’t do it at all.
I am fighting to stay alive not because I fear death, but because I love life.
I could stand alone because I knew I was not alone.
The greatest privileges:
You are saved.
You are a child of Most High God.
You are co-heirs with Christ.
You share in Christ suffering, life adversities.
You share in Christ glory, strength of will and survival of life’s difficulties.
Let go of your all fears, be strong.
When I put down Lance Armstrong’s book, I understood something profoundly. Edie, if you can move, you’re not sick. I decided right then and there that no matter what cancer did to me I would continue to move. Movement was what the physical body was designed to do; it was how it coped and functioned. Movement was vitality. It was life.
I would move. Always. No matter what. Until my last breath, I would move.
Dad thinks I’m ready to fly around the country as the Ambassador of Hope, but Mom thinks I’m a frail little bird with broken wings.
My friend Bailey is looking at me with tears in her eyes and a smile of pure joy. She sees me, the real me, not the broken little bird that my mother sees, or the Ambassador of Hope that my father sees, or the girl who was stupid enough to walk off with a stranger and ruin everyone’s lives that my sister sees. Bailey sees me as I want to be: a normal, non-newsworthy, non-broken, non-victimized sixteen-year-old girl.