She tells me her problems, Where she's been the troubles she's gone through.... And she's putting everything in perspective Not that one or two point **** it's more like the thousand plus one kind. First she starts off simple, common wear and tears and it's not so hard to handle. But then she moves on. I'm talking that rocket ship type of moving on The kind of moving on that can just blow you out of the water and she holds her head high, She's strong. A Warrior. Maybe not the Roman Coliseum type of warrior, but if I close my eyes turn my head to the side and spin in a circle I can imagine. I can imagine my lady Hercules winning it all and nothing challenges her. Because she's strong A warrior. And because of that she learns to fight. Battling the three headed dogs the pig headed serpent goats just to sleep at night. So when she dreams, someone else takes her role as the fighter, and she's more than glad for that... to be somewhere she can rest, Just to wake up and start again. But she doesn't complain, because she's strong, A Warrior and she puts it all in perspective.