My Story
I want to share with you my story. A story which I never told you. A story of hope and overcoming, which I hope will bless you. My Story         I had a normal child hood up to the age of roughly about 9, I really don’t remember the exact age but I do remember of a day, back then, as clearly as if it was yesterday. Mom and I were standing at the balcony of our apartment, it was evening, and it was twilight. As we were looking on, we saw a funeral procession passing in front of us, on the street below. I was curious about what was happening. Until then I knew not of death in my immediate family, the ones who had died, died either before I was born or when I was an infant. So in either case I had not seen death. The funeral procession had a man’s body being carried by four other men and there was a crowd following them, all of them were chanting religious words. I asked my mom about what was happening. She told me that the person had died and explained to me what death...