Pensamiento del día
«I was three feet from the floor, gasping for air trying to release my father’s hand from my throat
I looked into his eyes and I wondered if my feet would ever touch the floor again.
Have you ever been hit so hard that it sends your body across the room ?
We all fall to the floor at the same point.
It’s how you pick yourself up.””
That’s the real challenge isn’t it?
I’ve always lived in my own world.
I sing to escape my troubles, I’ve learned there’s the light, even in the darkest places»