This is a story written from my journals. From immigrating as a four-year-old and trying to fit into a different culture to turning away from God in my teens. From a violent marriage doomed to fail and the death of my son, with the repercussions that followed. And yet, also between the lines, there is the joy and reverence for life itself. Making a lot of mistakes through life, I have learned not to give myself over to another set of values, or to another human being. It took me a long time to find myself and to love the person I was meant to be. I still have a lot to learn, even now, about love and how we are to address love and forgiveness in our lives. My story is a testimony to the old truths. To me, it is a reminder not to make the same mistakes. In the end, it turned out to be not only the story of the first forty years of my life, but my spiritual journey as well. There are still thirty years of untouched journals…