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Hi, my name is Michelle. I'm a single mother to Andrew (10) and Ashelyn (6). I completed college in December of 2007 obtaining a degree in Chemical Dependency Counseling. I'm currently in a very new relationship with a wonderful man. My goal is to go back to college and earn my Bachelor's in Social Work; possibly my Master's. I would also love to get my CASAC (credentialed Alcoholism and Substance Abuse Counselor) someday. I'm discovering a new happiness in my life and the only thing I'm waiting for is to find a job so I can continue my career. I love my field of work and enjoy every minute of it. The rest you can find on my "complete profile". Any questions, feel free to ask :-)

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Saturday, October 25, 2008

Song

There's this new song by Bucky Covington that makes me cry every time I hear the last few sentences of the song. It's called "I'll Walk". It doesn't make me cry because the girl gets up and walks after being told by doctors that she'd never walk again. It makes me think of my Grandmother's death for some weird reason and I start crying and can't stop. I have NO idea how the two relate, but it happens every time I hear the song. Here are the lyrics. It really is a beautiful song...the part in red is what really "gets" me for some reason.


We were 18, it was prom night. We had our first big fight.
She said "Pull this car over". I did and then I told her, "I don't know what you are crying for".
I grabbed her hand, as she reached for the door. She said, I'll walk. Let go of my hand. Right now I'm hurt, and you don't understand. So just be quiet. And later we will talk. Just leave, don't worry. I'll walk.
It was a dark night, a black dress. Driver never saw her, around the bend. I never will forget the call, or driving to the hospital, when they told me her legs still wouldn't move.
I cried, when I walked into her room. She said, I'll walk. Please come and hold my hand.
Right now I'm hurt, and I don't understand. Lets just be quiet, and later we can talk. Please stay, don't worry. I'll walk.
I held her hand through everything. The weeks and months of therapy.
And I held her hand and asked her, to be my bride.
She’s dreamed from a little girl, to have her daddy bring her down the aisle.
So from her wheelchair, she looks up to him and smiles. And says, I'll walk.
Please hold my hand. I know that this will hurt, I know you understand.
Please daddy don't cry. This is already hard. Let's go, don't worry. I'll walk.

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