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As I sit here in the public library listening to the lyrics, "He will make you firm, He will make you strong," I can't help but feeling weak. Maya Angelou died earlier today and I have been feeling sad for most of the day. The entertainment world and writers alike are no doubt grieving the loss of this beautiful, hard-working essayist. My heartfelt apologies and prayers go out to her family members, close friends, and all who appreciate the gifts she shared and left in this world. I feel like I'm taking this a little harder because of the constant losses I have dealt with recently. My grandmother, cousin, uncle, and spiritual brothers fell asleep in death in these past two months. In the words of Jimi Hendrix, "manic depression has captured my soul." Because of sin's inception from our first parents, death continues to be a hard pill to swallow and no one is safe from it. The fountain of youth, the youth elixir, and whatnot can not prevent death. We

I have had to accept some hard truths in my life lately. Some of them are easy, others...not so much. I've been dealing with some financial hardships, but I still manage to get the necessities paid off. I used to sit and be depressed about how much money I didn't have and calling myself poor, but I'm starting to get tired of that. I've decided to change the meaning for myself. I want to Provide the Oppressed some Optimistic Richness and focus less on that mean green, which is the root of all evil. After watching a video on jw.org about how young people  perceive money, I was super impressed about how they understood how to keep it in its place. After working in a bank for three years, I have a balanced appreciation and a mild grievance towards money. I appreciate my customers sharing their stories and lessons on why they save and how they did it. It's so hard nowadays when the cost of living is going up and our income isn't. I mean, I heard my mother and a cou