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My friends, I wanted to share something deeply personal with all of you tonight. This is the story of how a little piece of property became my safe haven and how my faith helped me overcome what was meant to break me. It’s the story of why I am Still Standing.​This is my testimony. It’s a testament to the fact that you can endure the harshest trials and emerge with your purpose clear. It’s my story of how a single gift helped me build a monument to love that I call Still Standing.​It all began in a place of confinement, where my body was bound but my spirit was free. While there, I wrote the poem “Just Time,” not as a complaint, but as an acknowledgment of the precious paradox I was living. I had all the time in the world, yet I was unable to spend it with the people I loved. While the world rushed by outside, I was in deep thought, and God was moving on me. That’s when I remembered my vow to Him in the bathroom the day before I went away. In that moment, I made the decision and my vision was given to me: I was going to bring the truth of the word and establish Still Standing Christianity, a faith built on love, peace, hope, joy, and uplifting one another. From that day forward, when people in prison asked me how I was doing, my answer was a living prayer: “I’m still standing.”​My strength was a gift, given to me long ago. When I was a child, while other kids had go-karts and four-wheelers, my family had a few simple toys. My little brother got a toy barn to play in. My sister got a Cabbage Patch doll. I got GI Joe men that we had to pull out of my mom’s hand. The greatest gift of all was a Christmas card my mother, Kathleen “Sweetness” Bosarge, left under the tree in 1992. My mom was a poet in her own right, and she wrote a poem on a huge two-and-a-half-foot-long, eighteen-inch-wide piece of poster board that was propped up against the tree. On it, she wrote a poem about a gift that wasn’t new or expensive but was the only gift she could give: her LOVE. That card was not just a symbol—it was the very foundation I carried with me every day.​It’s a place of miracles, too. Back in 1980, my sister and I were lying in the yard, and we saw what looked like Jesus in the clouds. I prayed for a sign, and as the roots came up from the tree right where we were, they formed the shape of feet and a behind, a permanent marker of that holy moment.​And I will not stop fighting. My sweet mother, Kathleen, has been gone for just a month, but her legacy lives on through me. Every positive thing I do is in her name and in her memory. I am still standing, not just for myself, but as a living testament to the love my mother gave me, a love I now share with the world. This is my testimony, forged in fire and held in my heart.​Here is the place to add the pictures of the poem and the roots.​Image Uploads​The Poem: Please upload the picture of the poster board with the poem here.​The Root Prints: Please upload the picture of the roots that resemble the feet and butt prints here.​I hope this brings comfort and inspiration to everyone who reads it. Thank you for listening to my story.​#StillStanding #Testimony #Faith #Hope #Love #OvercomingAdversity #Inspiration

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