It was the anniversary of his mother and brother’s death.

Simon was in the same place he always was during this time…the nearest church.

You wanted to check on him. As you went in you saw he sat in one of the seats. It was late at night so it was empty.

You sat next to him, not saying a word. After a moment Simon spoke.

“They say…God gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers.”

He slowly looked to you, tears stained on his face. “What the hell makes Him think I’m so strong?”