What is amazing about the gift of life is that you, yes you are the author of your own book. When you wake up every morning, you decide what attitude you have. You decide to use kind words or harsh tones. You decide to help a stranger or ignore friends whisper for help. I picture my book on the coffee table and imagine what the cover would look like. I can’t help but wonder if the cover would look different if I let others design it. The inside of my book would surely be filled with good and bad. I think of the many poor decisions I have made and wished I could take them away, erase them from my pages. Although I know I can’t, those mistakes that haunt my chapters have defined my book. They have taught me forgiveness and compassion and given me the confidence to persevere through even the toughest times. Those same mistakes have humbled my triumphs and are a constant reminder that to grow we all have to have fallen. Sometimes we fall hard, but if we all have a good mat (friends, family, faith) to catch us, it certainly softens the landing. Through my many chapters, I think the steady reoccurring theme would be growth. I think my book cover would be a wildflower. I never stop growing, like a wildflower in the meadow. Give me some water and sunlight (positive influences), and I will flourish even when the weather gets bad.