There is much, if not all of me, that owes this to one very special person... my mother! She is the heart of me, the air that I breathe, the beat of my heart, the life in my veins, and the flame of my life. There is nothing that I could not have done without her. The every strength in me comes from her, she is the champion of the world. I am not asking for people to agree, but accept my statement for if she was your mother you would think of her in the same light.

      If it is so much true that actions speak louder than words, then she has said the story of her life in volumes just through the expressions in her face. My mother may not be perfect, but she is more of a loving spirit to me than any mother in this world. The love I recieve I try to give to the world because through me I vow to my death that she will be remembered. She is no Plato, or Aristotle, but her lessons of life, love, responsibility, honesty, and respect are as golden as any Aristatilean metaphysics, or Platonic Dialogues.

      I may not know much about life, but I know that we must begin by respecting ourselves to restructure the fragility in society. Mommy told me one day that I must follow my passion, and well I love life, and you are all members of it... so I love you all. Momma also told me not to try to guess what people are thinking so I wish to know you all as I know the conscious thoughts in my mind. Momma told me that you get what you put out, so I expect honesty because that is the only true sign of respect left.