Social media has taken over and is the driving force on how many of us live our lives. The faces and the success you see are often imaginary and the sadness and turmoil you see are often exaggerated. When you truly get to know a person, the face that you've been used to is often not the one that you remember. Photoshop and catfish pages are often a way of hiding Flaws. You can always look different on the outside than you do on the inside. Join me as I let you get to know the real Anna Gill. Anna is a young lady who grew up in the impoverished projects of East St. Louis, Il. With a front row seat to her mom's constant spousal abuse, Anna learned to grow a thick skin, and a strong attraction to making men weak to her prowess. Anna is surrounded by family that loves her. Raised by her Grandmother, Anna was always taught the right way. But growing up in her neighborhood, it was very obvious that her street knowledge would always compete with the God fearing knowledge forced upon her by her Grandmother. Anna was not only subjected to an abusive father, she also had examples of great men in her life. Men who knew how to love, and provide support to their families. Men who would do anything to protect their family. Even when the person they are loving is not cooperating and taking things for granted. Anna's storm wasn't just a mild rain or a snowy day. Anna's life started with a tropical depression and made its way up to a category 5 Hurricane. Step inside her shoes, but be careful, put one on at a time. You will walk through molestation, sexual harassment, and gang activity, love, power, control, and finding her soul mate in a place that wasn't comfortable. Anna's story, where it may be fiction, is one that is happening to our young teens on a daily basis. Sometimes we don't think they see. Often we forget what they are taught when they walk out the door. You must ask yourself, especially as a parent, how is your life affecting the future of your children. Anna's storm is mild compared to others. I hope you enjoy seeing the eye of Anna's storm. I look forward to sharing with you the other side of her rainbow.