The reflections of life can sometimes be collections of discord the clash of rights-the rite of passage from youth to old age-until the simplest melody is faded to a low drown of desperation of life. It was at that moment in my life, on March 9, 2000, that discord, abandonment, confusion, depression, and hopelessness surrounded my soul. In that darkest night of the soul, I sat in the darkness of my room and played a CD of soft music and reached out to God, and as I sat there for a while, I heard a small voice within me. I tried to ignore it, but it kept growing louder in my heart.