I have expired three times and been resuscitated. I have nearly died at least a half dozen more times. I have experienced a life that holds the pain and regret of the lifetimes of a thousand men. I have had the one thing that I love and cherish more than anything else I hold dear in life stripped from me and then kept away from me for 13 years by people that simply do not care about humanity. And yet I will never give up. I will never stop fighting. Not even on the day that I walk to my death with my head held up, and no fear in my heart.