My best friend, my husband, and the man who I consider a hero in my books.

Whenever I'm having a hard day, like oday, I think back to Snickers' story. He's got an amazing story. It's a story about an under dog whom no one thought anything would ever become of him. Many of you know his story and know of the fact that he started boxing while serving time in jail. He found strength when he reached his lowest point, a point in which he had no one but himself to lean on.

No one had any kind of expectations of him and so many were so quick to write him off as just another hopeless bad boy. But Snickers had his own expectations for himself and he had his own hopes.

And with a lot of self determination, self motivation, and a lot of blood, sweat and tears, he put all his doubters to shame.

Tonight I laid on my floor pondering his story and that's when it hit me. If Snickers could find the strength to do all this when it felt like everyone had turned on him and all had lost all hope in him than me in my situation, which seems like nothing compared to his, should be okay for me to take on... and take down.