She slowly crept around the streets of New York trying in despair to figure out what she wanted in life. What ever this is now isn't the life she thought she was going to get when she came here for a new start. She realized that she had to get her life together and become someone, If not for her but for her parents sake. At the end of dim lit street stood the oldest church she had ever seen. This place of hope and strength rang out before her like a saving grace in the darkest of nights. People stood out front laughing and smiling as though nothing in life could hurt them. She over heard the one woman speaking about her father that just passed away yesterday, yet here she stood with a beautiful smile and a glow about her. Just how in the hell could that be possible? How could someone who must in fact be suffering be smiling and rejoicing. More chatter was heard as she got closer to the church. Stories of people who once went through mental hell and now living sober and clean to be happy and selfless.

" There is nothing that could change the way I feel" she said under her breath really to noone.

She gave her self some time to go inside and enjoy the meeting that was being done. It had warm coffee some stale donuts but she was grateful for even that, always better than a half aten breakfast sandwich