Your history does not define your destiny, your choices do. So who are you without all your bling, rings and things?  Who are you without all the drama, hurts, wounds and victimology?  Who are you without your spouse, siblings and children?  Who are you without your religion, science and theological teachings?  Who are you without your labels, titles, jobs, ABC’s and 123’s?


Just who are you when death is swirling, engulfing and consuming you…who are you then…when everything is stripped away; who are you?  Or more importantly who do you want to be?