I want to thank you. You saw me at my lowest point. You saw me in Hell. I didn't even want to exist anymore. Not breathe. Not see. Not hear. Love couldn't even reach me and you picked up my baby, gently. I remember and I remember you running that man out of that hotel room. You could have yelled at me and cursed me. But I remember you covering me up and saying “God bless you girl.” I remember that.

Darla