I wanted to share with you a special story, it was unsolicited and unexpected. Below is written by Andrea Nicole Spruill, from San Antonio, Texas.
How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world. ~Anne Frank
My father, Bill Spruill, died tragically of a heart attack in May of 2009, when I was 14 years old. My family was left with nothing, no money, loads of debt, and most importantly, no father. After about 2 months, reality hit us, mostly for my mom, Deborah, who was in charge of attempting to drive us out of this financial disaster. Life went on for everyone; for everyone except myself, my mother, and my little brother, Zac.
I became the suffer in silence type. I hid my grief and pushed it down, all so that I would not have to deal with it. I didn’t…
View original post 492 more words