 I'll be back with more Alabama stories after this. Where I was living was not a great place to live anymore. I began to pray for a place to go, praying for all of these things that a nine-year-old would want. I wanted horses, big house with a bunch of people my age. I wanted parents. I wanted a mom and a dad. Before I even prayed it, the Lord had already answered my prayer with the Big O' Grinch. Who would that nine-year-old be if she never came to the Big O' Grinch? I would be trying to fight for survival instead of fighting to break the cycle.