There's always so many questions with very little answers in this world. The questions that we ask are mainly questions that we cannot answer ourselves,or questions that we cannot ask each other,but questions that we must ask God himself. I ask God all the time "Why me?". I feel like God is punishing me for something. I'm a twenty-four year old African-American female. I have never been married nor have I ever had sex. It feels as if I have literally been lonely all of my life. I am a psychologist in Atlanta,Georgia. I deal with children from the ages of 10-18. The stories that I hear everyday are just amusing. I feel like my job to these children is not only to listen to their problems, but to try to encourage them to stay strong. One of my clients,Brian who is ten years old is very unique. He's one of my favorite clients. Brian is going through a lot right now. His mother is currently suffering from cancer,and has been told that she only has a few weeks to live. His father is currently in the military fighting for his life in Afghanistan. The only person he really haves in his life is his older brother,Justin who is twenty-two. I look at Brian as if he was my own son. He comes in twice a week. Every Monday and Thursday. I get up to get dressed for work . I go to my closet and pick out a black and white fitted dress with my black stiletto heels.I'm kind of hesitant about putting it on. I go to my full length mirror and study myself for a minute.I'm not really pleased with what I see to be honest. I look fat. Maybe that's why I'm single,who knows. I finally put on my clothes,fix my hair,and head on out the door to my car. Before I go to work,I stop by Starbucks to get myself a medium coffee. Last Christmas,my older brother,David had gotten me a Starbucks gift card for twenty-five dollars. This morning I decided to use it As I walk into Starbucks, I notice a strange old African American woman with snow white hair in the corner sipping on some coffee. I feel her eyes watching me as I'm walking. I attempt to avoid her and proceed towards the short line to order my coffee. The young man at the counter took my order and told me to wait on the side until my order is ready. The woman then slowly walks up to me. She says "Talk about your blessings more than you talk about your burdens"and then walks away. I grab my medium coffee from the young man and head out the door. As im driving,I think about what the woman said to me. The whole scene played repeatedly in my mind. I can still hear her words echoing. "Talk about your blessings more than you talk about your burdens."