My father once told me to always except the best and worst possible outcome. And for the longest time i was completely baffled. "How could I be okay with the worst possible outcome?" "It's impossible to be okay with the worst possible outcome." But what I think I was really trying to say was," It's impossible to be okay." And I remeber the day loud and clear. I was shaking and in utter destraught. I wanted it all to end, and I too thought it was the end. But despite the chaos for a slim slip of a second, I was okay. Not only with the "Worst possible outcome." But I was genuinely okay. Because that was the day I realized, that no matter what, through the worst and best "possible outcomes" I had Grace. I had me.