Every man or woman who makes a stand helps keep the flame of freedom burning.

Ask us for any help you need...Let us be strong for you.

I had grown up. I had learned that being a woman was knowing when to stand firm and when to compromise. I had learned to laugh and weep; I had learned that I was weak as well as strong. I had learned to love. I was no longer a rigid, upright tree that would not flex and bow, even though the gale threatened to snap it in two; I was the willow that bends and shivers and sways, and yet remains strong.

I thought of betrayal and how it came so easily - in a word, a glance, a gesture.

But I believe we all have an inner goodness; a little flame that stays alight through the worst of trials.

This had been real: real in its flaws and uncertainties, real in its small triumphs, real in its compromises and understanding.

A wonder tale can be truer than true," I said. I had learned (...) that the deepest kind of truth can be found in the strangest and wildest of stories. One may not meet a fire-breathing dragon on the way to the well. One may not encounter an army of toothed snakes in the woodshed. That does not make the wisdom in those tales any less real.