When life gets tough, they say that the tough get going, but what happens when the tough aren't tough enough? This may appear to be a pretty analytical question that could take forever to answer, but I've recently experienced what the tough do. They roll up in a little ball and cry. I've always thought of myself as pretty tough and willing to "step up to the plate"(so to speak) maybe being on the verge of cold and cruel but this past few weeks have really made me think twice about myself. I seem to attract some crazy sort of soap opera drama all the time even though I have a very fervent hate for it, but it seems to love me. Why? I do not know but I do know that I'm not tough enough to have to try and take what I almost had to. If it hadn't been for one amazing person I wouldn't have made it. She stood up to the plate and took it all even though to herself she is not the tough type at all. I would've had to have picked between 2 of my greatest friends and people whom I love. But she bravely was not willing to see that happen and did what she thought was best. Whether or not it actually was the best is yet to be seen but it was amazing. She is a very courageous person for even trying to settle with our issues. I love her more than I can say. And even more than I can write. She will forever be ,in my heart, one of the greatest people who has ever lived. She made a very hard decision and it was for me. She put aside her owns wants to try and make me happier. Not many people have done that and Not many will I'm sure. That is why she is the greatest inspiration to me.