On 17 March, events shook my life; thankful, I was not injured. That evening, while working a swing shift at my job, I received a phone call from a neighbor. They told me my house was on fire. After the initial “what, stop playing”, I realized they were not joking. I left the job and arrive at my house a saw a scene out of a movie. There were flames coming from the roof, neighbors trying to put the fire out, and the firetrucks arriving on scene. Needless to say, it was a long night. By three o’clock in the morning, fire and rescue cleared the scene. At that point, I couldn’t process what had happened. When the sun came-up, I walked through my home and was greeting with udder destruction. I’m down…… but not out. Why? Because at the end of the day, I know I’m blessed. This was, and is, bad. However, the fact that I’m writing this is proof that it could have been worse. It’s been said before, and I’m saying it again. I’m still standing, I’m still strong!!” It’s going to be a process to recover, and if you can help with a donation I thank you. If not, I’m still asking for your prayers. If you can do that, I’ll be grateful