As much as I want to say that I leave my life for God, the fact is that a big part of it I leave for the people who mean a lot to me. When God seems far away and unseen, it’s these people who I can see, who I can touch and who I can talk to. These people are real when God is seemingly unreal. These people are not many but they keep me from choosing death, they keep me sane, and they keep me fighting. These people give meaning to my life, like light to a dark world. These are people who I want to share my time, happiness and success with. These are people who I never want to let down. And these are people who collectively mean the world to me.