Life is funny. It has a way of knocking you so far down for the count that you think you’ll never get up again. Then you get back on your feet and you think you’re okay, and the littlest thing can knock you right back on your rear end unexpectedly. And then there comes a moment. A moment when you realize that everything changed. And that the change was for the better. And you’re thankful for the experience and the struggle because it made you that much stronger and made you stand that much taller. Then slowly, things start to fall in to place again, piece by piece. You see people you lost touch with, you meet people that you connect with, you experience things you wouldn’t have experienced before. You get back out there and take a swing at things. You may strike out. But then again, you may find a perfect pitch headed your way and you hit it out of the park. Even if it’s caught, you still gave it your best shot. And the best part is, it’s not over. And it can only get better from here. At least you’re back in the game and willing to stand on your own two feet rather than let life keep you down.