I have made many journeys in my life. As a young man, I have gone in cars with bald tires, knocking engines, and little gas...never doubting my destination.

I have tossed my life into the back of an automobile, and driven a thousand miles to a distant state...with no job...no place to stay...and little money...just to prove I could start completely over.

These times in my life have always been considered an adventure - the making of a memory - something to laugh about when sharing my experiences with those of a more cautious nature.

But all these adventures pale in comparison to the journey Samantha is taking.

Each day, she awakens in a new world. There are no guarantees that today will be exactly as it was yesterday. The path may seem familiar, but twists and turns lay ahead...if she know they are coming...she doesn't let on.

When lunch time comes, will she be able to get her milk open?...her plastic fork out of the cellophane?...will someone notice her struggles and help?

When Friday comes, does she know that Saturday will be completely different? Will Sunday tell her that all days are like Saturday...only to have Monday lie to her?

If there is any fear in the heart of Samantha, it is buried so deeply that her loving father cannot see it.

I could not make the type of journey that Samantha is taking. I can only love her deeply, and admire her strength and courage.

One day, when Jesus comes, I will stand and listen to her tell of all her experiences...to those who were of a more cautious nature. Until then, I will hold her hand...as she walks the path that God has chosen for her.