Lately I have not thought of myself as being a strong person. I have felt more like Driftwood getting tossed around helplessly in the ocean. I accepted that feeling as my reality.
I have to be strong now for my little foster dog. She is so tiny but she is a survivor. She has survived things so awful that I cannot bear to think about what she has suffered. She is safe here in my home now. I am gonna protect her and take care of her as long as there is breath in my body.
Strength is like a muscle. It gets bigger when you use it, and smaller if you don't. Because of this little one my strength is getting a workout and getting stronger every day.
**Ever Forward **
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