The cowardly will always attempt to hide their face in the mud as they look down attempting to move freely away from the scene of their crime where they imprisoned the lives of others.
My heart is warmed by my family that is made up of those of many colors, many faiths, and many backgrounds that have stood by me during our many voyages at sea as I stand by them during every voyage to come.
Someday I will write in a remote cabin while my body is kept warm by the tree of Deadwood that carried my name as it burns in my fireplace. Because I will know it will no longer be able to provide false security and pain to those seeking shelter from the storm.
It is said a tree stands strongest when it is rooted in the same soil. It is hope, love, faith, and diversity that allow it to walk on water through any adversity.