Why?

                                                            Why?
         When I was five years old and was electrocuted by a cord I put in my mouth. I wondered why me?
         When I was seven years old and had to go live with my father and grandmother when I was use to living with my mother. I wondered why me?
         When I was ten years old and I fell out of a swing and hit my head on the concrete below. I wondered why me?
         When I was twelve years old and had to baby-sit my younger siblings all summer long. I wondered why me?
         When I was fourteen years old and lost my virginity to a junior in high-school. I wondered why me, why did I do that?
         When I was sixteen years old and ran away from home because of an argument with my mother. I still wondered why me?
         When I was nineteen years old with no job, money or home to stay in. I could only wonder why me?
         When I was twenty five and got married. I still wanted to know why me?
         When I was twenty-eight and found out I had a back problem that caused me much pain. I said Lord why me?
         When I was twenty-nine and gave birth to a premature baby whose lungs were underdeveloped, and had to stay in the hospital for six months. I said why the hell is it always me?!
         When I was thirty-two and found out my son was autistic. I cried out why me again?
         When I was thirty-four and found out my husband needed a new heart and kidney to live, I thought do not ask why, it is always you.
         Now that I am thirty-eight and realized every circumstance was for a reason. My son is truly a blessing also my husband has had his surgeries with success… I do not ask why me anymore. I am glad it is me