What's in your tool box?

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In life, we carry a tool box that no one can see and life experiences are the tools we gain along the way.  

 We stumble, then learn to get back up.  Wiping with our hands, what brought us down.  Pain can teach us a lot, more on how to become resilient, becoming empathic and mostly, forgiving.  

 Some of the tools are brighter than others.  They teach us to fix what is wrong, to be braver and smarter each day. 

 When you need a tool you've learnt, no matter how hard the experience was, it will be there to help you fix things, become better, and to heal.

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