Sometimes When I Hear Criticism Of My

I Think We Identify Ourselves By Labels Or Things That We Are Able To Do: I Am This. I Am A Good Cook. I Am A Good Mother. I Am A Good This. I Am A Good Doctor. I Am A Good Lawyer. When You Can’t Do Those Things Anymore, You Wonder Where Your Identity Is.

I Know What It's Like To Struggle And To Have Those Concerns That All Mothers Have.

We Are All Children Of The Same God, And We Have To Come Together To Solve Our Problems And Not Be Fighting So Much.

When You're Used To Being Healthy And Strong And Vibrant And Everything And Then - Bang - Overnight You're Desperately Ill, It's Frightening.

Neither One Of Us Had A Job, Because Mitt Had Enough Of An Investment From Stock That We Could Sell Off A Little At A Time.