To The Pregnant Breast Cancer Warrior Fighting For Two

“Our little sweetheart was laid on my chest. Her little cries told us she was working perfectly–no evidence whatsoever she’d been through 13 rounds of chemo. Tears filled my eyes, and I pulled a warm blanket around her. ‘Hi, Hope,’ I said as she snuggled against my chest and stopped crying.”

I Was A Homeless Valedictorian—Here’s My Journey From Poverty To Perseverance

“Every night in the homeless shelter I thought, ‘When will we ever get out of here? Does anyone even care?’ I had to rely on my dreams to escape the reality I was living. So I drank from a glass-half-full, even when failure, hardship, and death sprawled in my life. I had a million reasons to give up, but I chose not to.”