At the end of my life when all those who remain attend my funeral, I want it to be said that I marched to the beat of my own drums and I sang out of key. I saw beauty where others only saw trash. I fought in place of those who could not. I was not always victorious, but I stood my ground! I left pride at the door and wore integrity like a badge of honor. I places no person above my own self worth and I loved with the fiercest of passion and the gentleness of compassion.