I wrote this poem for a friend of mine named Cindy. A victim of polio at the age of 4, she is paralyzed from her hips down. She grew up, fell in love and married. Soon after her children were born he started cheating on her and verbally abusing her and he taunted her... daring her to do something about it. She was devastated...but she wasn't finished. She divorced him and raised her two kids alone, working two jobs and putting her kids through college. She bought a house, a car and still works circles around everyone around her. She's not just a survivor, she's a success.